He's gone. God took him away from me, from us. He just couldnt see me for the last. The last i ever talked to him was on tuesday. He passed away last night. If i knew it was the last, i wouldnt leave him. I clearly remembered the last goodbye he said to me. *Byebye* The voice was weak, and he couldnt wave his hands goodbye. I stayed by his side until his last breath yesterday. I talked to him, i shaked him, but he just cant able to wake up. Until i saw the heart beat rate turned into a straight line, it marks the end of our kinship. The moment he's gone, i sight all the memories we had - he will fetch me to school every wednesday which is his offday when i am in primary school. Whenever he's out to drink until midnight, i will look out for him at the windows, waitin for him to come home. In my 19 years of life, i never kissed him, never touch his face to show my love for him. Yesterday, was the first and last time i can ever did these to him. I kissed him goodbye. = ' [