Every year around this period of time, my whole family would get together to attend an annual seventh month dinner. This years is no exception. But the only difference, mum is no longer around with us. At least, not physically. But I believe that she is ‘ following’ us to the venue that day, spiritually. Or so, I guess.
Despite starting super late and with lots of hiccups along the way, the dinner managed to finished at about 11pm and we went home with 2 prizes won from the lucky draw, hand carried with lots of love by my younger sister. I can almost imagine mum’s smiling face as she goes on stage to collect them.