Six months without my housemate

JULY 15 — Late Monday night. Six months ago we were sitting in at the local kopitiam, while my mother was at the hospital morgue. That’s just how it is, a non-describable situation, when you’ve just lost the woman you’ve lived with most of your life. Especially the last ten which has just been the two of us in our home.

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