Remembering Death

My cousins from Kuala Lumpur came back to Kulim with their parents. I was surprised, knowing that school was still on. I was excited because I know when they are around; the house will be filled with joyous laughter and endless play time. I was only 6 years old.

Their arrival this time was extremely different, my aunty step out of the car and I can see tears were going to burst out anytime, and she did, tears burst out when she embraced my grandmother. Suddenly, like a chain reaction, everyone started to cry. My grandmother, my mother, my uncles, my other aunties and even the neighbours cried and gave a long but soft wailing. This came to me as a shock. I cannot understand. I nearly cried. But I could not. But I wanted to.