These pictures were taken 3 weeks ago, the last photos of my grandpa.

Brain is a funny thing. From a single picture, train of thoughts pops randomly in our mind and then play with emotion (bikin baper). Even the one that we don’t even remember it was there.

Being the only grandchild for 7 years was definitely something. I was treated like the crown prince by my grandparents. I don’t remember my grandpa ever showed me his angry face. And just realized he was more handsome than me. I know he is in the better place now. But only a week and I’ve missed him this much.

Fyuh! Inside Out much? Should start taking more pictures though.

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