Foot prints in the Sand

In the old days, Dad used to take us to the park at 'Tanjung Emas' when he had the time. In those days the park was not yet as beautiful as it is nowadays. The land was still of red earth which turns to red mud when it rains. There were only 2 swings and 2 slides available. We had to step on the red path carefully as not to get the mud on our clothes.

As we walked in a single file, I noticed something. I can see Elder Brother's deep big foot prints. Then followed by 2nd brother's deep foot prints. But when I turns around, I could not see my own footprints!! They teased me until I cried, saying that I was a ghost as spirits do not leave any footprints. Dad then explained that I was still small and too light to leave any prints.



Alas, there's a much simpler answer  to it: I just want to leave my footprints where it will not be washed away by time or waves. Yes, that's the very truth.

Some people might think I may be weird when earlier last year, I started to search a tree to carved my name on it. And then writing my name in wet cement at the side of the house. If I suddenly disappear tomorrow, there will be hopefully traces of me somewhere. I will not be invisible or forgotten as if I never existed. Then, someone told me that trees will be cut and cements can be broken. Oh oh..now what?

Words. Words and writing will stay forever as long as there's someone to read them. Words travel through time. Footprints engraved in the mind and hopefully in a few hearts. When I am no longer here, there would still be someone who remembers me... not only as the girl in black, but as a friend also, hopefully..