A Fragment of My Life

All life has its story and so is mine. It began in this house which was not as it currently is but a smaller version of it. (Not sure if I can find a picture of it). But as you might guess, this is where I was born right? Nope. I wasn't born here but I was brought up here for a few years of arrival on this world.

Believe it or not, most of the interior and exterior was hand made by my grandpa. From carving staffs to painting the whole house by himself was all his doings. He never sit still cause ideas keep on popping in his head. Although his arts was excellent, he never once asked his children to skip school to help him with all the work. He believe that education is much more important. He also never forced his children to inherit his talent. What he forced was to study diligently. Although he was known as a fierce figure, he was respected among all his children and grandchildren.

Growing up during the old times wasn't easy. But that uneasiness never break his will. If he doesn't have enough money to buy a new clothes for his children, he will tell that he will buy it for them next year. I wonder what does it feels to tell my children that I do not have enough money to buy a new clothes for them.

Anyway I do remember when I was about 8 years old when I was on my tantrum. He was about to scold me but then he stopped as if he can't do it anymore like he used to. It felt like the torch wasn't there anymore. He wasn't capable of scolding the grandchildren like when he was scolding his own children. I'm feeling like he just doesn't care anymore.

The thing that I never realized when I was a kid until I am an adult is that grandparents are lonely. Really lonely. When I think back during school holidays, I can some sort of see that he was happy for everyone to come but he doesn't show it. And when people are leaving one by one, I can see from his face that he was a bit sad by it but doesn't show it or even express it.

Well, I am lonely now so I do really feel what he had gone through.