The old furniture and the organ are still there. The setting sun shines through the windows panes. Grandma used to sit in that low rattan chair, her legs sometimes crossed elegantly in her sarong, while grandpa occupied the taller one behind her. Every night, after closing their small sundry shop, after dinner and hot bath, they watched TV or read newspaper or even occasionally bickered together.. but it was always in that same chairs. They are long gone now.. she, 11 years ago, he 6 years later.
This same house, that was filled with family members once.. now all gone about their own life. Th same dining table we gathered around for meals.. now is all that is left.. bereft but for the memories.
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