When I was a student of Senior High school, I once became an offender at the moment the school was holding a flag ceremony. The teacher called me and I was interrogated in a counselling room. My fault?? The provocateur of making a noise and on my cap was written the word 'Zombie'. I got suspended from school. They wanted my parents to come to school. I didn't know what to do. I rode my motorbike to my uncle's house. I cried and asked him a help. He helped me, but whatsoever, in the end he told my father.
He is my father's older brother, my only father's brother. My father always asked him a help when it come to talking to people as he could speak in formal language. He was the one who delivered a speech on my marriage representing my father's family, one year ago.
Just two weeks ago, he left this world. My hands got trembled as soon as I heard the news. I cried for a while. I should comfort the family.
He died after two days in ICU. The doctor said everything was okay but he was allergic to drugs. He couldn't endure it.
He was a patient man and he never gripped anything in his life. He always smiled to me whenever I met him. He always appreciated my decision when others were not really concerned. I don't think I have given him a lot. I need a lot to repay his kindness. He was the one who gave me a name.
May God grant him the highest paradise
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