Missing My Dad Hours

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Wow, it's almost a year I since the last time I updated my blog. Well, it's not something new by the way. 
Recently, my parents went to Terengganu to send my sister works there. Before they came back home, they visited my uncle (my father's older brother) And then, my mother share their pictures in the whatsapp group. I can see that my uncle has lost a few kgs, maybe because he loss appetite from the day his wife passed away. And I noticed that my father really has a lot of grey hair.
That is when I realise, when I busy growing up, my parents are growing old. And that's sad. 
Well, I do glad that I didn't transfer to another school when I was in form 4. Because at that time, I'm the only child in Selangor. My siblings busy studying and working in another state.
"Kalau adik pergi, nanti mak ayah dah tak ada aktiviti melawat dah"
And who knows, here I am in Japan continuing my study here. And because of covid, I can't even back home. It almost a year now since the last time I met my parents, I touched them. Is this what people call "homesick'?
I think this is a selfish of me to say this, but I wish my parents, my family stay alive and healthy. I want to hug them one more time.  Many many more time. Thinking back of the day when my parents send me off at the airport, we couldn't give a proper farewell hug because of the SOP and stuffs, and it breaks my heart every time I think about that.
I knew that everyday, the daily covid cases keep increasing, and the death because of covid also increasing. And that's not just a number. They are someone parents, someone child, someone friend.
Speaking of my dad visiting his brother, I still remember when I was like 10? or maybe 12 years old something, we went back to our hometown for our Raya festival. We will visit our relatives' house here and there. It is bit tiring but I tell you, I really miss those moments. The moments I take for granted.
And before a long 7 hours journey back to our home, there is a few houses that we will visit but I don't remember the relation with us, but what ever. And I still remember one of the house visited, the owner said something like this.
"Hang ni bagus la chain. Biasanya bila mak pak dah mati, anak dah tak balik kampung dah sebab dah tak ada sebab nak balik. Tapi terima kasih la sebab lawat kami, ingat kat kami."
That is when I know, I need to follow his good deeds too.
Dad, you're my hero. Forever and ever.

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