The Present : For the Fallen Child

Like many others, I would take a cursory glance at the orbituaries while reading the papers...But today, a familiar face appeared that left me in tears.

This was a child I knew years ago...and like many of the special children, I had a soft spot for him.
In a group of rather challenging individuals, he stood out for his determination and resolve. While others were caught up with their angst and fears, he had an air of confidence. It life gives you lemons, make lemonades - that kind of positive attitude.

He was steady...
and pursued his own interests in the things he enjoyed. Never mind what others thought, for he knew what he wanted.

I remember the chats we had on msn...where he spoke of his hopes and dreams... of his new-found skills and his quiet pride at being chosen to go for an overseas attachment...of him getting his advanced diploma.

He told me many things...except for one important thing.
That he was ill...
I would never thought that the times of his 'absence' on line...were due to the times he was away for treatment.

In my hand, I hold a beautiful handmade box.
A box, which was, I think, lovingly put together by a talented, artistic child. He had spent hours in the technical workshop to smoothen the wood, and drilled the edges together. I am sure he spent hours too, painting the gold maple leaves and single rose. The edges are then glued with corded lace.

I remember when he placed the item on my table. I was taken aback by the size.
"Don't worry, Cher...It's not expensive...I made it myself. But I hope it will be priceless. "

Priceless - indeed it is.
With the title "Secret Diary" on the top, and the words "Happy Teachers' Day 01" etched on the inside, this now is the present he left behind...that will store my memories of a dear, sweet child.

Each time I lose a child, I lose a small part of me as well. He could have gone on to much bigger things in life...He was only 25.

If I know him, he would not have allowed me to weep.

Rest in peace, dear child.
Al-fatihah for Muhammad Hafiz Abdul Hamid
I will always remember you.