erm..... how should i start this... i rmb when im very young, i seriously love you. i enjoyed go your house because i knew that u will pamper me with goodies, bring me down to the playground, watch us play, treat us kfc sometimes. n i dont even know that you were sick, or once sick. then years goes by, that love kinda fade..... im even annoyed when u come to my house because that was when i always cannot watch my favourite channel, someone would snatch toilet with me and mom will cook what you like to eat (normally it's something i hate). i rmbed that i said b4 that i hate you. up to now, im still regretful about that.im super childish and self centered then.

it was only the 1 year plus, when i saw u from not being walk, to not be able to move den to not be able to talk. den in the end, u only keep staring at the wall, when we called you, we are not even sure you can recognise us or not.(it was then i made up my mind that i want to die early because i think dying like that is a torture.)

i stil rmb the day when you died, the very morning, that time. i am still sleeping. and i woke up suddenly and the next second, my phone rang and my mum told me bout you. i still strongly believe that it was you who woke me up and want me to rush down to see you. it was the first time i cried after i woke up(other den nightmares) and the first time i cried while bathing.
i still remember your face.... on that bed and in the coffin. you looked so different when you are alive, but still, you're beautiful.

well, one year had past, everyone had moved on, we still think of you of course. we still dreamt of you. mom still telling me about you. i hope you had ald settle down in your paradise and stay happy always.(at least, there has no more pain. =D)