Am back from Penang.
Grandpa was hospitalised and we went to visit him everyday while we're in Penang.
Mum was in tears when we were about to leave and that was the first and only time i ever see her crying.
Praying hard that grandpa will get well soon.
Music melts all the separate parts of our bodies together. Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.Where words fail, music speaks.
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