Finally, a Sunday w/o work... I spent the entire day w/ my family. Grandma and uncles are over at my place. Had our meals together. Watched videos which dad took with his handheld cam, of us in the past.
I love today. I saw grandma, she told me she misses me. It made me feel so guilty. Feel stupid working on Sundays and miss out all the family days. Had a long talk with her. I told her about school, about my life and about my boyfriend. I love how much she would support me, for everything I do.
Remember when I was younger and had argument w/ mum, she would always stand on my side, even though I'm at fault. Remember when I was still living w/ her when I was 5. I had my own playroom, only for me. It's a room full w/ all the toys I had, all that she bought for me and my favourite snacks.
Today she bought me one of the snacks I loved when I was a little girl. I'm sooooo happy that she still remember cause she hardly remember much now. Then I realise how old my grandma is. I remember the last time I met her she could still walk on her own, now she's using a walking stick to support her.
Grandma is the one who brought me up. I am my grandparents' favourite grand-daughter and yet I'm the lousiest one, who spent all the time I had enjoying myself and not spend quality time w/ them.
So disappointed in myself...