3 years ago
I had once told someone... "Please be careful with my heart as its labelled fragile. Once its broken it will never be the same again. Bumped and scratched it may have for all the years it had been through. But please be careful not to break it." - this is the trust I place unto that person. Yet it was dropped and broken . . .
Today marked the 11th Death Anniversay of my beloved Grandma. A week before my birthday. The birthday celebration where each teenager would look forward to. To the freedom and the independence that comes at that age. In the midst of all the preparation for the celebration. A phone call from my uncle had it shattered down to pieces. - That is how I celebrated my birthday. I just hated her at that moment on my journey to hometown. Celebration was one thing . . . "Why at the time where each teenager look forward to have to be like this?"