I was browsing through my old unpublished work, and I came across one entitled ‘It’s Crazy Unless The Bestman Marry Me’. I wrote it when I was 16 years old. It’s about a young man who fell in love with his adopted younger sister who is about to get married. He tried to deny his feelings for her in the beginning, but crazy things ensues when he confessed his feelings for her.
I was enjoying the read. It’s nice to read something that I’ve written in the past, but as I hit a chapter in that unpublished novel, I felt a prick in my heart. Why? It’s because I suddenly remembered what I made myself forget.
I come to realize that this unpublished novel was written after the death of my friend who succumbed to cancer-the one who forbid me to go and see her for one last time because she doesn’t want me to remember her as a sickly young woman on her deathbed.
She also forbid all of us…. her friends, from attending her wake and her funeral because she did not want us to be tooÂ distraught after her death. She wanted us to concentrate on our studies, and I cried for many days after her departure cuz I couldn’t see her for one last time.
I dedicated this novel for her after her death, but could never bring myself to edit this unpublished novel back then…but now, after a decade, I think it is time to face the grief of loosing a friend who illustrate most of my work for me and publish it to honour her memories… and perhaps…God willing, I’ll donate part of my royalty to a cancer foundation to give hope to those who was like Selina Yang Su Yi.
Cleffairy: How could I forget? Why did I made myself forget? She was like my right hand!
ps: I only kept in touch with Michi. DEELS jie, JN, Shu Fen, Xiao Qing, please contact me if you happen to read this.