Get this:
I was sleeping petang tu, hari ahad, tidur petang. biasalah, siesta bila tengah hujan memang best. Then aku terjaga, sebab ada orang panggil aku. It was my arwah father. So real, bunyi macam dia berada di luar bilik sahaja.
Sometimes I worry that one day i can no longer remember his voice, his smile, his laughter. Takut jika aku terlupa semua itu, aku akan jadi anak derhaka.
Tapi petang tu dia panggil nama aku. Rasa macam mahu terus berlari ke pintu and just yell at him, "I'm coming Ba! Jangan tinggal Amy!" like I always do. Walaupun ia cuma mainan tidur, tapi cukuplah.
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