The writer being distracted by her father with a pair of kitchen tongs at her 1st birthday party as her amused mother (third from right) looks on.
My father passed away three Mondays ago.
I had woken up at 7am on Feb 1 to numerous WhatsApp messages and missed calls registered on my mobile. In Malaysia, it was already 8.30pm that same day, an hour and half after my father had passed away peacefully with my eldest sister by his side.
