Nenek...

Ok, this entry is courtesy of Azrifah, my very good friend. My condolences and I am sorry that I was not aware of it. Anyway, your entry reminds me of my grandma.

Sometimes, we take for granted the presence of certain things or people in our life, thinking they will always be there...

This is for my nenek and all the things she has done for me.

Nenek has always been there, the one who looked after me when I was young, the one who took care of me when I was sick, who brought me everywhere (with Atuk). In fact they were the ones I went most of my holidays with when I was young.

She "boboked" us to sleep when we were young. She sent and fetched me to school. She mended all my clothes and still does if I leave my pants with fraying ends at her house (although sometimes I took so long to achieve that effect, I still love her for it). She made for me baju kurungs.

She cooked ayam masak merah cos she knows it's my favourite. In fact, she would make all of our favourites if it's possible. She made sure I eat all my meals. She still stocks up on ice cream and soft drinks for us.

She was worried when she heard that a bus in Malaysia had overturned, thinking I was in that bus (cos I was in KL). She still tells me to jalan baik2 when I go home from her house. She was there to protect and back me up when my father scolded me.

She asks about me if I dun visit her. She spoils us without making us spoilt. She loved us all for the way we are. She never thinks badly of us no matter what we do. Silently, she supported us in whatever we do.

Nenek is strong, and it's amazing how she can do so many things all by herself. She is the one person I don't ever wanna disappoint. I know that I haven't been as good a granddaughter that I would like to be and that I had promised I would be, but I know I love her with all my heart.