She's leaving us, stranded, cold and alone.

On the day where families gather, we will be without them on a supposedly joyous month called Syawal.

I have long known her heart wasn't here.

Her cooking just doesn't taste the same anymore.

The house no longer shines.

I just wanna be spared the tears, coz I'm tired and worn out of thinking the unbearables.

Not only will I have no samping to pick out, I'll have no need to choose a tudung for her.

Life still has to go on.

And she waves goodbye...

4:02 pm