Today we talked about my brother.
He was stillborn. On October 31st 1970 in Kuantan. The doctors came late and the umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck. By the time they took him out he stopped breathing. He missed life by a minute.
My dad got to see him and held him briefly.
My parents named him Adrian Lau Chi Onn. But my Mom picked the name Eugene.
Papa says some days he can still feel his presence. Like that one time when he was driving home from Melaka and feeling very down, he felt my brother comforting him.
When I was a young girl, my imaginary friend was my brother. I would tell him stories. And when I was upset, I spoke to him. I can't remember when I stopped. But I never forgot him even though I never met him.
Maybe one day when I cross that bridge, I hope he will be the first face I see.
