I Miss You

I miss the times you made me fried rice with melons.

I miss you smacking my cousins with a broom because he acted out again.

I miss hearing your native tongue.

I miss seeing you every year.

I miss hugging you.

I miss you a lot.

I wish I could tell you these things before you closed your eyes and lied in the casket. I wish I could have told you that I loved you and that it was okay that you needed rest after raising all of us up.

Your not my love, not my daughter, or my sister, nor my mother. But you are my grandma that I love dearly. Wo ai nei