Call it nonsense…
But somehow I do feel like my late grandma soul is in this Chinese old lady I met at the park in Beijing Road. I feel so closed to her right after I set my eyes on her.
She waved at me with a smile and said something…too bad I can’t hear what she said and my fault for not learning Mandarin Language!
She holds my hands and gently rubbed them. Just like what my grandma used to do!
Damn…I wish I could kiss and hold her into my arm and tell her about my life!
p/s : I miss you Tok 😥