In my last holidays, I think it was almost the end of it, my mom yelled out for me, to check out what's happening at the house next me my next doors. There were people gathered at the porch, my mom told me that something bad must have happen, the people gathered aren't lively, they were silent, as thou there were no people there, only a few whispers were heard. We didn't further investigate what happens as they look like they were mourning, but we didn't need to. In that evening, a lorry came park in front of my house and started to set up tents in front of the neighbor's house. It took half of the road, however, those stupid people in Aman Sari still speed by the remaining half without any consideration of the children's. So whenever people gather they park the whole road, to avoid people from getting hit by inconsiderate drivers. The funeral last for a week or so.
For some reason, they tied a red ribbon on my house's gate. It was not only mine, the houses surrounding their house also got. And when the whole thing is over, they give me angpau when the untie the ribbon. This is something new to me.
After a few days, I heard from my mom, about how she pass away. Apparently she was having headaches that day, and when out with her husband. She suddenly collapse and pass out, and pass away peacefully. It was a stroke, my mom said maybe it was caused by the heat, and she pass away painlessly.
My condolence to the unfortunate family, although I didn't know her well, I know that she's a good person.
Due to the incident, now my parents started to take care of them self more often, like my dad, who likes to surf the net until late night, now he started to go swimming and sleep before midnight.
