Tonight is the 100 days since my mom's demise. Yesterday, we visited the grave, and while we were reading Yasin, I heard the sound of a bird chirping. This particular bird makes a beautiful sound, and my mom used to always ask me, "Burung apa tu, eh? Mak nak tengok burung tu." And I used to always think to myself, it's not like I can catch the bird and show it to her, although I would if I could. My mom has always loved animals. Anyway, yesterday, that same bird appeared and chirped. It reminds me so much of all the times she mentioned she wanted to see this bird.