Remember

Went back to Melaka today, to see my grandma.

She couldn’t recall my name.

Neither with my sisters’ and even my mother’s name. This scares me, have to accept the fact that there will be one day when I will not be able to remember my own name, where I came from and where I would ultimately want to go.

It’s scary to know that I will not remember myself, one day.

What am I suppose to do, when I am sitting there merely waiting for my time to go? Will I wait, or would I choose to just go? Will I see the point to exist and occupy space, would I be able to remember as much as possible? The faces that I love, the places that I went, the things I did and the experiences that I would want to remember.

What am I suppose to do?

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