Sometimes I think my heart is made of jelly. I shake and precariously on the edge of toppling over at the slightest touch.
Ah, maybe it's just me getting old: nowadays I easily get hurt, especially concerning loved ones. I can't communicate as I think they would say, "Apalah Kak Lisa ni" and just shrug off what I wanted to say as insignificant and unnecessary.
Maybe this is how old people with dementia (nyanyuk) feels.
Oh, tuanya saya rasa!
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