This is killing me, no kidding.
Can't sleep properly, can't move properly, can't wear clothes properly. It's really
painful and it feels like
it's burning like mad everytime.
Omg someone please save me. :(---
Anyway,
aunty Josie left and we went to
send her off just now.
I held my tears back but
I couldn't anymore when we separated.
I hugged her and started sobbing like mad. She cried too.
"Okay, let go let go, or later aunty will be late" was all she could say. Mom, dad and brother cried too.
I am really gna miss her.I rmb the times she wld come
all the way to Clementi to
bring me home from school,
walk me to my piano tcher's house,
draw the curtains in the morning while I'm still sleeping,
braid my hair,
paint my nails, tell me
not to be angry at daddy, cook
my favourite dishes,
peel fish for me,
nag at me to buy
new school shoes/socks,
remind me to bring my
hp/ipod/wallet/cash/school badges,
make banana smoothie with me during my
study breaks,
bake brownies with me, help me
find my misplaced items in my room,
scold me when I try on clothes and
mess my bed, watch mtv/starworld/chinese dramas with me,
how she thought Fahrenheit was a Korean boyband and asked me to come out to
see them on tv. I really
cannot list out all the things she has done for me, not only as a helper,
but as a mother, sister and friend. I know things
are not going to be the same anymore, but I'm gna
be strong now. I know
she'll be happy to be back with her family, so
that's what keeps me optimistic too.
Please take care aunty.
Thank you for the past 16 years of care and love. XOXO
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And you've never got the chance to see how good I've done
and you've never got to see me back at number 1.
I wish that you were here to celebrate together,
I wish that we could spend the holidays together.
