It is exactly 3 years ago when my mom passed away. I kept a nice picture of her in my old wallet, but my wallet was pickpocketed in the MRT a year ago. Last night I was staring at the only necklace she owned that was passed down to me. Today I almost forgot to go to the cemetery to visit her but was fortunately reminded by my dad. We bought her flowers. We offered her prayer.
Earlier I checked out my mom's remaining plants in my garden. The red bromeliads are in flower. They are reminding me of her. They don't want her to be forgotten.
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