It was about 1am. I could hear my parents unlocking the main door. Yes, they just came back from dinner.

I was on the phone.

My dad called us out. The 1st thing he said was,

"Do you remember your Uncle George?"
He was my daddy's close friend. I've seen him many times.

"You know, he just passed away.....in New Zealand.....He was buying the equipments for me....." His eyes were red and swollen. It was obvious that he had been crying.

I felt so helpless. I wanted to console him but I don't know what to say. I'm such a hopeless daughter.

From the corner of the kitchen, I could see my dad crying in the living room silently. I can't bare seeing him like this.

Then, he went on and on about him. Talking about the past. How they worked together and all.

Sigh..


I just don't know what to do, what to say...


Anyway...


The funny thing is, he passed away while he was sleeping. And I can assure you that he's a healthy man. So, what happened? The Ghost Festival was on Thursday O.O


"Life is too short so take that time and Appreciate ...."