let's go home.

The other day I dreamt of my late aunt. 

I don't usually remember my dreams, so it felt like it had been a long while since she had appeared in my dreams. 

In the dream, I was on the MRT with my other aunts. When we were approaching Jurong East MRT station to change to the red line to head to their house in Yew Tee, I turned around, and my late aunt was there, sitting in the middle of the row of seats. Just like in every other dream, she does not speak. She simply sat there and smiled at me. I wonder why in all my dreams where my late family members appear, they do not ever speak. Anyway, she sat there smiling at me. I gasped and exclaimed and dashed towards her, and asked if she is going home with us. She gave a small nod and smiled. 

I was so happy I hugged her.

It was a beautiful dream.

Still missing you every now and then, my beloved leng yiyi.