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This is not the Raya that I want it to be or what it is supposed to be. There gone my dreams, my hopes and come the reality. But still a Raya for everybody to wish each others, to meet the relatives and to be with the loved ones! Me and family, we balik to my father's kampong at Negeri Sembilan and Melaka. Just a day trip, but it was fun. It was raining heavily and the wettest Hari Raya ever had.. My grandmother was crying after she saw us, actually we slightly late then usual due to heavy rain and road jammed. Maybe she was also sad because she was alone at the house at that moment, especially during the Hari Raya. My grandfather passed away early this year, and this is her first Raya without her husband. My grandmother has 4 sons, 6 granddaughters and 3 great-grandsons. My father is the eldest, one of my uncle at KL hospital (wife still in ICU), the other one, the wife expecting, and still in KL (raya with the in-law’s first then balik kampung) and the other one already gone out ...