"The pain reflected in this [online journal is not] even half of what I am feeling inside."
- The Emancipation of Mimi, Mariah Carey
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It was not drizzling just yet, but it was definitely on that warm, summer night. My old man received an imperative call from my cousin Vivian in Macau. After my old man got off the phone with Vivian, he subsequently came into my room and despondently informed me the death of my grandmother. I had a formidable time falling asleep that night. I rested my head against my pillow as I drifted into another state of mind. Suddenly, my childhood memories vividly recrudescence back to my mind – memories that had been absent and tucked away for years. I could scarcely control the yearning to weep as the rain began to descent incessantly. I witnessed a part of life has dissipated into the warm thin air. I lost an important in my life, a magnanimous grandmother.
The Lost of Journal of Taz Kwok is lovingly dedicated to the enduring memories of my grandmother for impacting my life. When my parents abandoned me during birth, I was exported to Macau where my grandmother took good care of me. Although I was a wayward child, my grandmother disregarded my flaws and raised me to become a better man. The power of writing and reflecting in this journal assists me to emancipate from emotions that are strenous to subside. One day, my friends, these preserve words not only enlighten the stories of the past, but also the stories of life and living.
In the memory of my grandmother,
who took care of me
since the day I was born
with love and care until I was ten years old.
Love,
Taz Kwok
