It has been at least 5 years since I stepped foot into that house.
However, I subconsciously expected things to be the same.
I knew grandma C isn’t there anymore, but still, I was ‘searching’ for her.
I sat down at my usual spot in the house, simply out of habit.
I looked up.

She always sat opposite me.
“Wah, so early ah? Have you eaten?” – the routine questions Asian elders always ask.
But not this time.
All that was in front of me was the view across the street, a view I had never noticed before.
As I take my leave, I even subconsciously ‘looked’ for her to bid farewell as it’s the customary Asian courtesy.

“Grandma C, I’m leaving.”
“Oh, so soon? Be careful yeah?”

Who knows, perhaps I did bid her farewell for the last time.