Questa è Enida

I’ve learned that you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them.

The last time I saw her, she was smiling. Too tired to sit up. Too weak to wave me goodbye ’til I was out of her sight like she always did. Always. And the last thing I did to her was feeding her mee goreng for breakfast. Dad’s cooking. Her favorite.

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The last song I sang to her was ‘Sayang Di Sayang’. I never really got to the last line. I always ended up hiding my face in her hand crying like a little girl. But I was the last to trim her fingernails, if that would be any consolation. I held her hands like no other hands I had held before. I knew I was losing her grip.

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The last words I said to her were, “I will be right back.”.

It was her who never came back.

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