A Sad Story

As I was about to close my eyes, kring kring, the phone in the living room rang. I dragged myself out ot my bed to the living room. A familiar rough voice was heard. It was my elder brother. He was with my mom and dad who went back to the kampung to pay a visit to my sick grandmother. I could not make it because I will be having my finals the week after. I wondered what made him called me in the middle of the night. It was almost three(3) in the morning.
"Hello. Shal, you there?" he asked. "Yes. Shal here. So what makes you call in the middle of the night and disturb my sleep? I am having my exam soon and I need enough of rest. " I replied. Suddenly, his voice changed to a very sorrowfull tune. I could heard him sobbing. " What? What happened?" I asked anxiously. " It was grandma," he answered. "She.... She had passed away," he continued. "Oh my God! Please tell me you are lying to me. Hey! April Fool had just passed," I answered hoping that what he had just said was not true. Without any further explaination, he asked me to pack my luggage as he was coming back to pick me the next morning.
I felt very sad about it. I could not close my eyes for the whole night. The picture of my lovely grandmother kept on running through my mind. I still could not accept that my grandmother had passed away. I really love her very much. She was the one who took care of me when I was a little. Slowly, the teardrops from my eyes dropped and wet the picture of grandma I was holding. Behind the picture was some notes my grandmother wrote for me before leaving to London about five years back.

" Shal, you are the smartest among all my other grandchildren. Study hard

achieve your dream of becoming a doctor. Never forget your folks when you've successfull. Don't you ever give up Shal, or else you may regret for the rest of your life. Always remember, grandma loves you. May God always be with you. "

I could not stop my tears upon reading the note. I quickly packed my clothes into a small travel bag. As I was packing, I saw a silver necklace grandma gave me when I was small. I've decided to brought that along and place it in the coffin so that she will never forget me. The flashback of granny could not stopped until I had finally reached kampung.
I saw a large crowd in the house. As I was stepping out of from the car, I saw my mom and dad. Mom was crying and dad was comforting her. We (my brother and I) arrived just before grandma was placed into her new 'home'. I quickly ran towards the coffin and placed the necklace I had brought along on grandma's body. I cried as I saw granny's face. Her calm, smilling face showed that she was happy before leaving. " I am sorry grandma. I was too late. I should had followed mom, dad and brother here," cried me. My brother, held her picture that was meant to be placed in front of the coffin. He stood just beside me.
I was told that her body was to be cremated four days later. I did not talk much as I was still mourning. Grandma would buy me ice-cream when I cried. She would asked me to accompany her to the morning market every morning. I missed her so much. I will always and forever remember her. That time, I had decided to write about this event in my essay for the coming examination and to write in my blog in memory of my lovely grandmother.
I had won several writing competitions and the most visited blog of the year in Asia. All of the writings and enteries that made me won the competitions was mainly about my grandmother. Now, I've achieved my dream as a doctor. Besides, I am also a writer and a successfull blogger.

" Grandma! Can you hear me? I am now a doctor! Thanks granny. I LOVE YOU!!!"





The about essay was my essay for my trial examination. Sucks right? I scored really bad marks. Ohya, the above story was of course, rekaan semata-mata. If its co-incident with any stories or anything, it is just a coincident k? It was not meant to re-tell a story of something. Its just to answer my examination question. hahax. Thanks for reading. ^^... Stay tuned for my Bahasa Malaysia karangan.