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This evening I went to visit makcik ani. She was my parent's good friend. She and her late husband, pakcik man were very good to me. Pakcik man was my second father. I will always remember this two things. Each times makcik ani made curry puff, pakcik man will send some hot curry puff to me cause they knew I like it. Makcik ani really a good cook. She sometimes cooked me macaroni, pasta, nasi beriyani, rendang, lontong…just mention it Asian or western food. I still remember when my family and I went to visit them on the Hari Raya Puasa. I was fasting for the Puasa 6. When I saw nasi beriyani, lontong and many other dishes on the table, I could not control my appetite and breaking the fast…hahaha. No wonder pakcik man died because of high blood pressure and heart attack. Second thins is whenever I saw a couple riding a motorcycle, I will think of them. They always go anywhere together with their red Yamaha motorcycle. They always together till I think they never be apart. I will never ever forget that.

I was so sad when makcik ani told her story to me and mak. She now live at pondok alone. Pondok is a place where old people stay and learn about Islam deeper. I'm not sad because she lived at pondok but what her kids did to her. They never gave her money, didn't visit her there and didn't care about her at all. Whenever she needs to cash out pakcik man's pension for living, she will take taxi to town even though her kids have car and motorcycle. But she said it was fine with her because she was happy with her new life. Most important she has the happiness and will pray to God for the best. I'm impressed that she can keep thinking positively even though I knew she was hurt deep inside her heart. She try not to cry but, I knew it but finally the tears is hard to control.

I love my mak. I love my parent. I hope I will not become a bad daughter to my parent even though I broke their heart so much now. What a son who ask their mother to pay the toll when a mother wants to go somewhere. What a daughter who eat at the same restaurant on the same table but ask her mother to pay for herself.

My mother said, that why tsunami happened nowadays since so money mother's tear. I sometimes made my mother cry.