SHE was lying on my lap, little more than a bag of bones, her eyes staring with a haunted look. She could barely speak. As I wiped her brow, she gave me a weak smile and held my hand tightly, a reassurance that she was at last in safe hands.
And she whispered: “Nak makan ayam (I would like to eat some chicken).”
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