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Being the big fans of kennysia’s blog, i almost visit his blog every single day to check out for something new..there are this series of blogs where he wrote about his funny cum exciting trip in hong kong..and then come to this blog which wrote about his day in Disneyland Resort Hong Kong, and he inserted the very touching childhood memory with related to his passed away father. Dont know why, my tear just burst out of sudden=P and later on i found out that his father died because of kidney cancer. And..it actually give me the inspiration of writing something about my father=)

My baba, Kan Siew Yoon, most of the people of u can say all of the people(even my mom) call him Ah Kan..lol…i am the anak bongsu(the youngest) daughter in my family, with no doubt i am absolutely the spoilt one..hoho..until what i can still remember now,erm.. mother is always the one chasing and beating me around and father is always the one protecting and defending me..urm..sad to that there is no boy in my family but 3 gold flower daughters.. but… i am the one who born with the boyish characteristic..=.=".. and i guess this is the reason why my father sayang me so much;P he used to tell me that he wants to bring me to hike in jungle and some other extreme stunts as he think i have the most gutsy among all my sisters..am i???!!!!HOHOHOXD..

If you take out the photo album and compare among 3 of us, you will discover that i am the one with the least photos..my eldest and second sister have roughly 3 to 4 photo albums which shot when they were kids… but as for me–>1..yea..you are right..it’s only ONE..started out with baby and the last page is already becoming standard 3 or 4..T_T..yap..that’s the time when my father got a job in jungle, something to do with chopped the treess….erm..not really remember that..HOOH..oooh…the most funny part was there is an uncle, the best friend of my father who came to visit us regularly when my father was not around, and i called him BABA everytime when i saw him…see..how sad it is that i rarely see my father until i cant recognize him..of course i am very small that time la..seriously..i have no memory about that scenario at all..paiseh paiseh..lol..

I really dont know what my father’s job was until when i was standard  2? 3? *ehem* and that’s the time my father started his own business and be one the partner of a factory with some other uncles..urm..it’s the rubber factory..well, nothing to do with the pokok getah or tayar..but is kinda like small, blacky, little rubber that you might need it inside some..thing..=.="..*nvm*.. woo..i still can remember the glory time as i got the chances to go for the 1st trip of my life—>GENTING HIGHLAND..hahahaha..and after that almost every year my father’s factory have their own company trip..although the trips were just somewhere near(Pulau Pangkor, Pulau Pinang) but it really meant a lot to me=)

The wonderful moment finally ended during the economy crisis in 1997 when i was form 1..one of the uncle decided to pull out of sudden and he wanted back all his money that he had invested..this is really something that make the situation went worst as the factory was already went out of money..the most dramatic part was..this uncle started another factory which is the same field with us and he spread around rumors about the bad things of my father..how unbelievable right?? urm..maybe im not really know the truth even until now because i was just too young that time..nobody tell me anything that happened but sometimes i can listen to my parent’s conversation and this is what i know and remember so far..>_<

The situation continue go worst as there’s really no improvement but it’s continuously got uncles betray*lol* my father..they left after my father teached them the skill..frankly..i dont know what’s really happened after that..but from what i see..my father just less and less smile on his face..dont really have appetite..he smoke a lot and cant sleep at night(insomnia)..finally..he ended up getting depression and need to see doctor and eat sleeping pill…

That’s the night, while me, father and mother were watching TV, my father got nose bleeding suddenly..we dont really take that very seriously as he already got nose bleed for the past few days and we all think that he’s just "HOT" (yit hei)..but..the night was a bit different..the blood did stop as we expected, it kept bleed for quite some time..i am just standing aside, holding a roll of toilet tissue, kept passing the tissue to my father..the blood was nonstop drop down inside the dustbin and my tear was drop like waterfall at my face=P..


" Dont cry Wei Wei, baba is all right.." this was what my father told me while he was bleeding and what really make me cry even worst is he’s in tear while he talk to me…shoo…XP finally, with the help of my neighbor, my father was sent to hospital and found out that he got high blood pressure and cause the blood vessel broken at his nose, this is quite the lucky one as it is not happen in his brain….—> this happened when i was form 4

That’s a joyful morning as i would be leaving to Singapore to meet with my sister..attended a workshop before i went to bus station..father supposed to pick me up and sent me to bus station but by the time  he came he’s not the one in driver seat but the other person..father told me his leg feel numb and cant move..but he’l be fine and ask me to follow my original plan to visit my sis..guess what..i really went to Singapore..but i hv to rush back to Ipoh the other day as we found out that this time is not the nose blood vessel but the leg blood vessel broken and cause my father’s left leg cannot move..—> this happened when i just finished my SPM during my holiday time

Until now..5 years after the incident..my father can walk quite well already..but still not as steady as normal walking la.. he’s still cannot drive so for this FIVE YEARS..everywhere my parents go..they will just call cab..*pls imagine how much they spend on this* they are quite famous among the cab’s
world ler..hahaha..well..my mom is the only one who stay with my father all this while as 3 of the daughters are not around..from a typical aunty housewife transform to the still aunty but becoming more tougher and independence than last time la..hehe =D

Urm..back to the non- profit- making- at- all-factory that my father struggle for so long..my mom and sister keep requesting him to stop and sell it out..as for 3 reasons, he’s getting old, that’s no one can continue his will and the most important point—>is not making money anymore…but yet..my father still run it…

Today(14/9) while i am having this delicious+yummy+100% good service+affordable dinner at 1U Zuups(correct??anyhow it’s highly recommended*thumbs up*) with Shaun..i got the call from my father..he told me that he’l be signing the agreement with someone after a few days, he’s gonna sell his factory finally to this "nice-guy" who’s willing to pay quite a reasonable price to buy the factory included the machines..father said he started to pack and clean his stuffs today and he’s actually shed a tear while he saw the worker disassemble the machines one by one..he never knows that i was also in tear when he telling me this… … …   

Everything is finally come to the end,  i just want to let you know.."We will always love you no matter what…I Love You Baba..b(^.^)d …
   

p/s:can everyone who’s reading this do me a favor, who’s ever told your father that u love him..i mean face to face..lol..just wanna know la..frankly..as for me..i never lo..hohoho… =P