Harmonica and You...
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When I was young.. I remember I used to have an interest for harmonica. And you know school bookshops, they do sell harmonica. And I bought 1 home. =p I love blowing it. I would keep it nice-ly at a corner in my drawer. 1 day, my grandfather found it and he blow it for me. I love seeing him blow the harmonica.. I miss seeing him blow.. I remember that, when he blow, he was shivering hard. Must have used alot of strength. Cause after blowing, he stop and say "this harmonica no good. so hard to blow." (in cantonese). And at that time, I got the urge to go buy a real harmonica from those yamaha so he could blow the harmonica more relaxly. But well.. I didn't get a chance to buy 1 while he's around.. (I was around primary 6?)

I miss you..
Our quarrels..
You scolding me,
You sharing your painting,
You pleding for me,
You blowing the harmonica..
You carrying me,
Your laughters,
Your smiles,
Your hugs,
Your voice...
I miss them all...
When will I get to hear, see, feel them all again..

Though they say that, you'll forever be in my heart. Be in my memories.. But,
I'm forgotting them slowly..
The feelings,
The voice,
The sound,
The touch...
is slowly getting away from my grasp..

I couldn't remember them anymore..
I don't wanna it to happen.. But I can't... I can't remember.. Thinking back, I onli remember your looks in the hard box.. you sleeping in there peacefully.. you.. being pushed into the fire chumber..

Didn't you 2 promise me.. Promise to stay with me.. at least till I graduate? I know. I shouldn't blame you. You can't decide it either.. But.. why...

I heard and remember scenes.. Like when 6th auntie got married, the way you smile. Like when you'r smiling so happily carrying me taking a photo, you telling us.. you saw dark shadows coming to get you (The day or 2 before you were gone). I remember these.. But.. it's all silent memories.. I can't feel them..

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