I used to bully my Ah Ma when I was a small kid. I'd insist she tuck me in every night before I sleep. I'd make tuck me in again and again until the blankets fell neatly according to my liking before I let her switch off the light.

And every night without fail I'd feel guilty just ten minutes later because the room would get too warm and I'd get out of the blanket, ruining Ah Ma's effort.

Somehow, after I received word of Ah Ma's passing this morning, this memory kept coming up in my head.

Have a good rest, Ah Ma.

Say hi to Ah Kong and Uncle Pat for us!


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