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;Saturday, April 10, 2010
"God pours life into death and death into life without a drop being spilled."
- Author Unknown
It has been eleven months since the mysterious disappearance of my neighbour Aunty Rosita. I was good friends with her children Nurul and Fairuz, but now it seemed like they had all moved away. I never notice them walking to school or taking the lift with my family anymore. That part of the corridor was always empty, as if life there had came to a standstill. The usual laughter and warm ambience of the house had left with the family that brought it.
I had this annoying (to my parents) habit of blowing the windchime that was hung outside Aunty Rosa's house. My parents were exasperated but I continued because I half-believed it would bring me good luck and encouragement to start the day right. The sweet music trickling from the seashells filled me with a sense of peace.
One day, my mother saw me blowing the windchime again and she said, "Jun(my pet name), Aunty Rosita died."
I was stunned. "Huh?" Question marks popped above my head.
"Don't tell Didi (my brother). He might be scared going out alone to throw rubbish." My mother sighed as we walked towards our house at the other end of the corridor. "Papa and I wanted to tell you all, but we didn't because it would be a huge blow."
And it was! Aunty Rosita died? I just refused to believe it. I have never experienced death so close to me before, and Aunty Rosita was our family's best friend. We always stopped to chat with her family every weekend. Once she remarked, "Next time must go Cedar Girls' ah! Very good school. I come from there, so you must go ah!" Her remark stayed with me for the whole year bacause I did not want to disappoint her.
Her death explains it all; her family's 'disappearance', the empty house and my parents' unease with me blowing the windchime. It reminds them of her untimely death. Now I stopped blowing the windchime, partly because I was scared her ghost would come and haunt me whenever I throw the rubbish.
Sometimes I wondered; were my parents telling the truth? It was too surreal.
-Rebecca
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