Fifteen minutes. The origami gold, silver taels we folded.
Twenty bags of origami gold, silver taels took three nights to complete.
Twenty bags of origami gold, silver taels folded by loved ones and closed ones.
And also most probably the last "work" as a whole family.
Be it whether each contributed a bit or a lot, the thoughts of wanting to complete these twenty bags were sufficient.
The thoughts of completing the "work" as a family were sufficient.
Those were not JUST twenty bags of origami, those were works of love and comfort to my family.
Those were not JUST twenty bags of origami, those were memories that I had with my family, cousins, aunties and uncles for my many years down the road.
And it took JUST Fifteen minutes to burn all these away.
Delicate, fragile, easily burnt, easily turned to ash. Not JUST those origami.
Guess that applies to love and family ties.
Under the harsh flames of reality, will there be anything left?
Fifteen minutes, I learnt to cherish more... and much much more.
Grandma, I thank you for my dad, my aunties, uncles and my cousins.
