The mourning November
As the Church designates the whole November as the month of remembrance of those who have passed before us, there's a specific person that I would like to remember in this post, my uncle (the eldest brother of my mother). When I was staying together with my grandparents, there's a mysterious man who would walk in and out of his room quietly then went out in his superbike. I used to look up to his bike and thinking that one day when I could ride on his motorbike, that's the day I'm the coolest girl in the world. Could not wait for the day to come, I climbed up to his motorbike and pretended that I was riding the motorbike fast (the bike remained static). Yes, he was very quiet and always tried to render himself invisible to others. He was so distant that I had to muster up courage to greet him (Chinese mannerism to greet the elders) everytime I saw him. I saw greeting him as a challenge to myself till to the day he passed. My grandmother used to tell me that she worri...
