Sad.

It has been more than a week since my grandparents left for home in Xiamen ( 10 days to be exact) and I miss them terribly. How could 2 weeks of quality time pass by so suddenly?! It felt like as if they just touched down yesterday. 

I miss the muffled voices and the sound of TV I heard from outside the living room every time I woke up in the morning, Ah Gong's nostalgic lingering cigarette smoke that escaped through my ajar bedroom door. I miss Ah Ma's loud laughter, and most importantly I miss the liveliness in the house. 

Now I wake up to silence, I wake up alone, feeling confused and weird. I get out of bed and run outside, half hoping that it is all a dream, but no one's outside, no one's at home. I'm alone. 

Maybe that's why they say a heavy attachment to someone/something never does anything good to your heart.