The writer says you can take a boy out of Malaysia, give him a new country, a new job, even a new life. But, you can’t take Malaysia out of the boy. — Freepik
He left school with the ache of goodbye still clinging to his uniform collar. The final bell wasn’t just the end of a chapter – it was a farewell to sweaty canteen lunches, last-minute exam prayers, and laughter that once echoed like wind chimes across the badminton court.
The corridors he had raced down for years now stood in silence. His school friends? Distant echoes fading like chalk dust on a wiped blackboard.
