Nenek

I feel like writing today, hence a second post for the day.

All the experience with Mak Mi brings back fond memories of your Nenek.  

Today, I miss her most (this won't be the last time).

I miss her laughter. Her funny sms-es  sent during late afternoons while I am at work.  I miss her glaring at me because I think I've done something funny (when it's not). I miss her freshly showered smell.  I miss rubbing her back. I miss her afternoon phone calls asking me what she should cook for dinner.

I miss her.

Mak, we all miss you.  May Allah grant you Jannah, and may He grants us our request to meet you in the Afterlife.

Mak and Ahmad Danial at 8 months old