I miss you Ibu. Every year I wonder what is it like celebrating the Ramadhan with you. And this year, I wonder how is it like celebrating the Ramadhan with my family altogether. So much things have happened, things I think you would not even imagine even before you left us. :(
I miss I, and S. I miss Abah too. I miss being in my own house. It has been almost a year I live out of suitcases, countless bus rides and hours apart from my blood.
Ramadhan Kareem, Ibu, you mustve been having a good time down there.