They come back.

They say that I would have forgotten how you left, perhaps wiped out every bit of who you are, but such memories are not as volatile as road directions.

Though the memories may not be like movies, they flicker in my mind now and then. Sometimes when I see the big rattan chair, or walk into your old office, even hear a car blasting its horn, they come back.

Or when I have to burn another joss stick.

Who said out of sight means out of mind?

The only thing that I didn't notice was that it's been 12 years now.



PS. One day sleeping in, with no work in mind, went out for lunch, watched 'Brother Bear' with my siblings. I'm feeling better.

They're asking me to go get ice cream. Hmm...