So we are going to do art jamming next week. I decided I should draw something for the mum. Trying to google for inspiration- and it brings back memories of Paint A Home. Some kind of sadness, wondering how are the elderly doing. One day I should trace back all the houses we painted and visit them, think just a biscuit tin and milo packets will make them happy enough? Being grandparent-less makes me feel like I've lost touch with the senior world.

Death anniversary of ah ma this coming Saturday.

I can still picture you, in my head, sitting on the sofa in the living room watching your taiwan drama, sleeping in the room beside me and telling me wan an. Strange how epic lousy my memory is, but things like these from childhood are things I'll never forget.

No idea what's afterlife about, but I do hope we'll meet there one day. (Does this sound suicidal - I'm not ok haha)