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As usual. Unpredictable! Surprise! 🎉 Surprise! 🎉 . Alhamdulillah. Nothing much I can say. Thank you sayang! Semoga rumahtangga kita kekal. Bring us to Jannah. In shaa Allah Pssstt! Fiesya kata nak adik 🙈😌 #postAnniversary #2yearsANNIVERSARY #HafizKhamFiesya #070815 (at Empire Damansara)

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season.

I never liked the rain but this season has me wishing for it in the way it used to come down when we were still low socioeconomic status and the water would rush into our house and my parents and uncle would try frantically to push it all back with mops and rags, to keep it dammed outside where it belonged so that my brother and sister and I would stay dry and safe. I want the rain to come down like it used to and cut out our electricity so we would have to sit by candlelight, images of Jesus and Mary glowing on the glass, except this time my grandpa’s face would look over us from the shrine that’s been over our mantle ever since he passed away this time last year.

I never told anyone about that. I didn’t think it was pertinent to any conversation I had with anyone how I came into my living room after days and days of hearing my parents talk about making an emergency trip back to Viet Nam because of my grandpa’s failing health and found my dad, my kind of spacey but always protective and immovable, doing-his-best dad, with his face flooded with tears like I’ve never seen and how I hugged him and cried against his shoulder for a grandpa I only met once but mostly for my dad.

I was dry-eyed for the rest of the week in an attempt to be the strong one because that’s what I’m fucking known for for some reason until one church service when we all had to go up and light incense for my grandpa and suddenly I felt my eyes welling and the tears coming because all we had was this stupid picture to mourn over and my dad looks so much like his dad with his jawline and his straight nose and wide forehead and I looked nothing like him with my wide Chinese nose and little monolidded eyes and the adults who used to call me ‘Japanese kid’ when I was little even though it was no part of me and they knew it, they KNEW, and I leaned over into my sister’s shoulder and cried while everyone else stood stone-faced. I cried hard, vision blurring, shoulders heaving, really gasping crying hard. And then I stopped. Wiped my face. And I kept it together.

I’d like for it to rain again.

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