For grandchildren my generation, I suppose my brother's the one most affected. Afterall, he's the one that's most close to my grandpa back in those kampong days, when the latter will pluck durians from durian trees and give it to my brother for breakfast.
It's a relationship I can never understand and feel.
He is indeed a blessed man-- to have this grandson visit him everyday.
Not sure how my brother feels-- happy or sad that he's the only one my grandpa can recognise and call out to.
He is indeed a blessed man.
posted by A Lone Fighter @ 6:49 PM
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