Ever since I had dinner, which is curry chicken again, I kept thinking about what late ah kong (my maternal grandfather) used to call me. He was the only one who called me that. No one calls me that anymore.
Somehow, the thoughts came to one sentence.
"U chi chiak ang hia ka chi liap bee"
(there is an ant who is biting a grain of rice)
It's part of a story ah kong used to tell while I was a little girl. Unfortunately, that's all I could remember and it keeps playing in my mind because I'm trying so hard to remember the story. It's so sad. I wish there's a way for me to freeze all the memories of me and ah kong spending time together. Maybe I can ask ah mah about the story.
~missing you~
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