These past few days, I had been remembering my grandpa. It all started when I saw online the real photo of Ketut Liyer. He resembles a lot of my grandpa, the lips, almost toothless and those white little hair around his mouth. Then this morning, while watching Showtime, I noticed the wooden scratcher lying on the side table. It feels like he's right here,like the old times, watching the television with me as he scratches his itchy back or legs.
Oh how I miss him that this scratcher makes me cry.
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