It is a call that brings bad news. A call in the wee hours. That's what we are afraid of most...

A call sounded through the night at 4.23am. It brings the news, which my parents and I had dreaded. My sick aunt has passed away not long ago.

Upon hearing this, my parents and I had difficulty continuing our sleep. I have lost all hopes that my aunt could just recover miraculously. Another death within the family in a year.

It was also at this quarter of the year that my uncle lost his life at Cambodia.

Life is so fragile. One moment, we are enjoying it, the other; we are no longer on the face of earth.