Unexpectedly, dad never parted from him. He has that subtle nature where you have heaps of difficulties understanding him, but Lala uncle was a precise man and to my amazement, he got along so well with my short tempered and aggravated father....
An innocent girl was bullied. Depressed. Harassed. Abused. Teased.
But she still grins. She still played along a happy life.
And she still stayed.
Just because she doesn't want to leave the only person left who cares for her.
This thing will just pass down the lineage, if they all have to be remembered...perhaps by the fig tree planted by her forefathers, silently peeping through the window as they drink and go, one by one.