I was staring blankly at the ceiling when my mind suddenly drifted to the old sewing machine on the living room. Mom and I used to argue about it as she wanted to get rid of it by giving it away to somebody else. I extremely objected her idea as that particular machine always reminds me of my late grandmother. At that moment, I really wished I had my own house.

From that machine, Wan made me my own bolster when my younger sister and I used to quarrel about who�s going to get to use the present one. And that was around 10 years ago� I still have the bolster with me and I will have it in my posession forever.

Maybe mom finally got the idea of why do I really, really want to keep the sewing machine as a part of our belongings. Maybe they don�t see the whole thing, but it�s one of the touchable things with a lot of sentimentle values that reminds me of her. I�m certainly going to bring it along with me the day I eventually move out to my own house� and I�m going to keep it along with that particular bolster on my bed as long as I live�

Thinking of Wan constantly brings me to tears. Somehow, there�s a lump inside my heart that is still intact and crying to be unleashed, that I still and manage to keep, from that day itself� Thank you God�



�Al- Fatihah to my dear grandma, Mazanah Bt. Haron. Thank you for everything Wan�