Credit to adik aku: Santeira
My father had a heart attack and has been hospitalized since Saturday in the Ipoh General Hospital.
He had been working his heart out all his life, raising us, his five children. Even before he was admitted to the hospital he was not resting though there was no need for him to work. After he retired from the army when he was 40, we moved to our hometown in Tapah Road, Perak, which is still a sorry excuse for a little town after all these years, and he's been doing so many jobs to feed us.
We weren't rich and we lived by holding on to the last bit of rice we could afford. My parents weren't UMNO members so there was no way the UMNO, whose members self-proclaimed savior of the Malays would help us. And we wouldn't sell out principles so we could live off subsidies either. I have long ditched any hope of getting any money from my Bumiputra status and I don't even care about my race. All I care about is me, and my loved ones.
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