much as i am a cheena beng... never really liked this particular festival for two key reasons...
one... all the burning causes my nose to give major problems...
two... mum passed away on the last day of hungry ghosts' festival... this would be year number 16... i still remember her smile, her cooking, her hair and the warmth of her embrace... i hope she's proud of her favourite son, or in cantonese, her lai zai...
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