An old woman who had totally no blood connection with me, I still remember clearly how she calls out my nickname during Chinese New Year. This is the woman whom I address as Por Por, the one who especially dotes on my two cousins and me, only giving ang baos to the three of us. Now she's gone, she knew this day was coming though. Was listening to my godma telling me how she prepared the clothes she wanted to put on for this last journey beforehand. It makes me wonder how much courage she must have had, in order to face the shinigami coming her way.
She looked really in peace though.
Farewell, Florence Por Por.
May you shine like a star above.
This part and parcel of life is knocking some serious sense into my head.
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