Has to report for work at 5am. Kill me please.
Mummy says, all things are fated and many times it's hard to run away. So before it's too late, say I love you to all those who matter.
We will all miss you, uncle. Though we drift apart when I grow up, I will always remember you. The tall and shy uncle who always pull my pony tail, buy me sweets, and joint forces with the other uncles to call me "ah fat" when I was young. Rest in peace. Ah gong and ah ma are waiting for you in heaven.
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