Kg Baru

 Semalam, ada kereta MyVi hitam depan kereta kami, WNX5xxx .. soo familiar.. 

Terus Abg bunyi, "mak Daniel depan ni"...

And, as I was laughing ~ my chest felt so heavy literally ~ I just wanted to cry, and breath, all at once... so, all I could resort for was asking for the inhaler - one puff and the heaviness and tightness of the chest are all gone. 

Yup, I'm soo in need of the inhaler ~ pelik gak, sebab lelah dah lama gone when I was twelve. But the tiredness in my body (perhaps because of the hypothroid) is not helping much with my breathing. 

I don't miss Daniel, but I miss the memory - I miss Zarif and his kind family too.. 

Yup, those memories when Mamiton was nursing and babysitting them, and I was freely and always available in Kg Baru watching over them. 

Indeed, I miss Kg Baru. 

I really do. 

It have been years, and that much, I never stop making du'a that Allah gives me courage to have those moments back where I am freely be around in Kg Baru. 

But, it has never been easy with me. 

Every time the mentions about Kg Baru and everything related to it would make it difficult for me to breath. 

We passed Kg Baru several times, and my eyes would be teary ~ I would stare at the pink house, and wondering how is everyone doing. 

Earlier this month, Aidan and his friends were in Kg Baru, and they did went to Kedai Nasi Lemak Kak Sham for breakfast - I knew that deep inside, my son missed that beautiful place too.