Sunday is baby's favourite day. The day where Ah Hui Jie Jie will bring u for a walk around the park and give u a bath. Sometimes we also tried to clean ur ears and cut ur nails but u rejected. Then we will laze on the bed and wrestle a little. U will smell so nice and look so fluffy, like a polar bear. In the later afternoon, u will get a bowl of ur veggies from Dajie...ur favourite munchies.

yea... true enough... baby is gone...
in a way we can never hold you again.
hear you...
feel your warmth...
smell you...

but... somehow it feels unreal... as everything about you is so vivid...

reality? which is which?
in the state of a mind? or in the state of our memory?

if memory relate with time... as one will say... time heals...
as time goes by, does the pain go away?
or is it such that, we will be too use to the pain so it does not hurt that much?

no one bugs me to rest early during late nights now.
only to realise that, the comfort you once shared with me
pulled me through days and months and years...
...of exhaustion, confusion and dejection..
replacing all with your affection & presence...

oh ya... was humming your song that night in my heart when doc said "sorry" to me...
trying my luck then, hoping you'll hear it anyhow...

you put your right hand in
you take your right hand out
you put your right hand in
and you shake it all about...

you do the boogie woogie
and turn yourself around...