When my parents were still around, there's always a place to go back to during Raya. Now that they are gone, it is not the same anymore. There's no more place to go back to. Its been like that for a number of years already. It was hard the first few years but after a while, I got used to it. At least I have my family to spent the Raya with. We would go to the mosque for the morning prayer, visit my brothers and sisters who are living in KL and maybe a few other relatives. By the end of the first day, we would be exhausted from all these activities but satisfied. But ...... those were the days my friends. How was I to know that one day it would all end.
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