In low spirit
The sound of the raindrop falling to the ground is like a melody to me. Whenever it rains, I will think about in the past since young till now. Let it be good or bad memory. Time travel fast without anyone knowing it. It has been 17 years. When I was young, everything seemed to be perfect. Both sides of the family was not as broken up as now. I still remember the best time of the year would be Chinese New Year. Let it be in Singapore or Malaysia. It was the best time ever. In Malaysia, we get to play with firecrackers and other kids. Relatives and friends came and pay a visit. It was so lively. Adults were chatting happily away. The kids were playing to their heart's content. My cousin and I used to stay up late as we believed that it will prolong our parents life. We were chatting our life to each other. In Singapore, when my grandmother was still around, she would brew ginseng tea and bird's nest for my cousin and me. While we were having it, she will always tell us to study hard. Family come together to have steamboat. My cousin and i will be playing my aunt's computer. As usual, adults were chatting happily away.
Right now, things changed. Both my grandmother passed away. Relationship with some relative turned sour due to money. As the saying goes, 'Money is the root of all evil' . Things are getting colder. Sigh...