The story of Pak Teh
Pak Teh was borned 5 years later than me, and he's the only son my mom ever had...
I used to feed him when he was small, give him a bath when he was smelly, pick up his laundry, clean his room, bring him to clinic, send him to grandpa's house etc etc..
When he was studying, I help to support him, out of my responsibility as a big sister... and when started work, I still help him, as he is starting his life.
And yet....now, I don't really know him anymore... he is so so so far away, eventhough he is just around the corner.... we talk and yet we don't really talk, we meet but we don't really meet...
I guess what I'm trying to say is, I think I have lost that connection I once have with Pak Teh. So Pak Teh, if you happens to read this, all I want to say is......
We all still love you the way you are... and please "come" back to reality...
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