Merdeka Eve
On the eve of celebrations for Malaysia’s 50th year of independence, I find myself wondering where were my parents on that morning of 31 August 1957?
This is a question I’ll never have an answer to. I can’t ask him because he’s not here anymore. I can’t ask her because only her body’s here, her mind’s wandering most of the time. I can try. Maybe I’ll do that when I see her this Saturday.
