What's wrong with that number?!
Nine advices before he fell bed ridden.
Nine days in hospital.
He even counted down so.
Nine is first day of Ramadhan.
Nine is my birthday.
...That's why he gave me money, instead of
say, my mom who tended him day and night.
My grandpa... despite his age, he was always coherent.
"Don't go without telling anyone, I am worried."
He cried knowing I ran away, rebelling.
"Please forgive your parents."
He gave me a glass of water after my surgery.
"Always remember God."
He patted my head, breaking the hard time I was going through.
He was the one who gave me advices
when others preferred yelling at me.
He was the one who appreciated my hard work,
despite how mediocre the result was.
He was the one who took me for a walk
while everyone scrambled in bustling days
Dangit Sis, why didn't you go home?
His last request was taking family photo.
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