The weather was just nice.
I stood by the waters edge with a young boy.
He held my hand and happily laughed as the gentle waves washed past our feet.
His sister took pictures of us.
His mother smiled as we waved at her.
I remembered the happiest day of my life when my mother was with us on the very same beach a long time ago.
At that moment, I missed my mother very much.
Later, someone called me from JB.
I was told that Johor MB's people were trying to find out who I am.
Honestly, I don't really care.
They can do what ever they want.
My conscience is clear and I got nothing much to lose.
After all, I don't see myself going back to Johor any time soon.
My home state doesn't seem the same anymore.
I rather stay by this beach whenever I can....and hold the hand of the young boy on the waters edge.
Anyway, here's a bit of music to go with this posting...be cool.