A Different Sunday

Normally at this time every year on this particular Sunday, everyone at home would be getting ready to go out for dinner at some chinese restaurant for a celebration.

This celebration is where everyone gets to eat the longevity peach and noodles while hearing the familiar birthday song being sung. However this year, some things are not the same anymore.

Gu Gu still remembered the occasion, and called to remind me about it. We are all still getting ready to go out, although not to some chinese restaurant. I don’t smell the familiar hair spray that would fill my room whenever the whole family is going out.

Because this year, we are going to Mandai, not to celebrate anymore, but to commemorate instead.

I Miss You.