Big Family
When I was drive around Ketereh, I passed an old house that kept many memories especially when I was a child, my grandfather's house in the village of Pangkal Kalong. In the past, when my mother went to work, my father would leave me at home from morning to evening. Grandma who would prepare lunch and dinner for me and the nieces and nephews who lived together in the house. Now the old house, my closest relative lives, his family lives in Shah Alam, only a cousin who is the same age as me lives alone in the house. The neighbors around the old house are my relatives. But now, one by one, my relatives have passed away. The saddest thing is when the new generation does not know their relatives as well as their parents know. It included myself being so ignorant of my own relatives unless someone asked who I was. Maybe that's the nature of human life when it comes to family relationships. I still remember how my father's attitude when he heard about his relatives, would be imm...