#bukitbrown

26 JANUARY 2014

It’s been exactly 730 days.

Exactly two years since my children came to visit me…

The space seems to have gotten tighter. The room darker, more quiet. When I was still alive, I used to love spending my time outdoors. But now I’m getting sick of the earthy smell. It’s choking me up… I miss home.

Every time I hear the sound of footsteps, I close my eyes hard and hope it’s them. I always get excited whenever I think of my family visiting. They would always bring me food and money, and those two are what I really need right now. I’m starting to miss the taste of Bakkwa (jerky) in my mouth… The sound it makes when I start chewing on it… Oh, ya, anyway… I always get disappointed because those visitors are never mine. I always get my hopes up for nothing.

I know I'm not the only one missing those unfilial brats. Every night I hear my wife sighing and weeping to herself, wishing they would come say hello soon. I pretend not to notice because it’s just easier that way. I don't want to cry in front of my wife. That’s just not manly.

Hmm… The new year is approaching soon. All of us are very excited! My neighbours are all spending their money on new clothes, whereas my wife and I… we are struggling to stretch every bill. We too want new things to welcome in the new year, and I really hope our wishes will come true. Our family used to visit us almost every week, bringing us many goodies, and maybe I might have taken that for granted.