This time, she knew that she was dying.
The scene was set at this old place, or rather the whole atmosphere was grayish.
However, the whole atmosphere was.. happy.
She insisted on cooking her usual before she pass on..
I remembered one of it was her usual fried egg noodles.
Wished I had remembered to blog it earlier. Dreamt of it two nights back.. it was still vivid in my memory one that day but I didnt want to turn on my laptop for fear that it will disrupt my studies. :(
Now I forgot the details. :(
Owell.
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