Today I walk past a senior citizen corner. I saw some of them dressed in those floral blouses you used to wear. They were watching a Cantonese drama. I thought of you immediately and I didn't dare look at the old folks. I always look away whenever I see an old lady who dresses like you or who is in a wheelchair or with a domestic helper. I'm afraid if I stare at that person any longer, I would miss you even more. But the fact is, I miss you a lot. I think of you everyday. And I'm not alone. I've cried lesser nowadays. But I have not stopped reminding myself the good and happy times, the things you said; the things you would say. Why are you gone so soon?