Memoir- The worst thing in my life

Have you ever lost your most loved people? How would you feel when they are gone? I’m sure that most people have experienced this situation and those that are gone may be due to diseases and others. However, there aren’t many people that feel the same as me because my most loved people weren’t gone because of diseases. They were gone without letting me know, they were just gone in a fleeting moment.

The sound of the bell rang, teung teung teung, it was time to go home. I learned in the government school called Anuwat Primary School and I was 10 years old. There were many students running out of the classes to find their parents, brothers and sisters, whoever was waiting for them to take them home. I also ran with a smile on my face toward the tuk tuk that was waiting for me and some of my friends to take us home. I was so hungry and I was thinking in my mind that  “Which food did my mom cook for lunch today?“ Also, I wanted to watch the movie. However, when I came to the tuk tuk, my face turned from smiling to disappointed. Do you know what happened?


The driver told me that “ Your great aunt and great uncle passed away this morning because the thieves were getting into their house and killed them.”

I asked “ Really? Is that real, How did you know?”

He answered confidently“ yeah, because I drove across their house this morning and I saw.”  


I felt so shocked after hearing about this and I couldn’t believe that. I wanted to go home as fast as possible because I wanted to know more information about that. I was thinking “ How could that happen? Because I just saw them last week at the pagoda during the Pchum Ben day. When I arrived home, the door was closed, I realized that it was real, because no one was at home because my mom and dad went to my great aunt and uncle’s house. Only me, my brother and my grandma were at home. I quickly got off the tuk tuk and ran into my house. My grandma was very concerned and she told me the things that had happened, but she didn’t tell me much. She said “ your mom and dad went to looked my great aunt and great uncle at their house because they got killed by thieves”. I felt so sad every time I heard about this.Then I asked “ Why didn’t you go there too?” She answered “ If I go there, who will stay at home to cook food for you and your brother?” She continued speaking “ I will go in the afternoon, when you and your brother went to school.” After that, I opened the facebook and saw a very very surprised thing. I saw a red colour all over my great aunt. Her body, her dress full of blood. My great uncle was sleeping next to my great aunt. Their family was crying a lot. I was thinking in my mind “ Wow, that was so brutal, how could the thieves do such a thing? Because of their selfishness?” Are their hearts made out of metal? I was very angry at them. However, they will get what they deserve for doing such a terrible thing like this. When my mom came home, I asked her, ”how is it going on right now?” She answered disappointedly, “That’s okay, Don’t worry about this, just prepare to go to study”. I didn’t say anything because i knew that she was disappointed, but I wanted to know so much. When I went to school, my friends ran as fast as a cheetah toward me and asked “ Are you okay? Because we heard that your great aunt and your great uncle passed away.” Then I answered “ I’m okay, thanks”. In fact, I wasn’t okay, but I didn’t want them to worry about me.


On that day, I didn’t go to the funeral because my mom didn’t allow me to go there. She said “ You were too young, you shouldn’t go to the funeral.”. On the other hand, I went to the ceremony of 49 days after death and it was on the new year day. That time, I was young, I didn’t know anything, I didn’t understand what did they do at the ceremony. I was so confused about what was happening and I just did whatever the old people told me to do.

I saw many people and some of them were still crying. The smoke of incense spread everywhere. Some kind of the incenses smell as sweet as perfume, but for me,  if I smell too much incense, it hurts my eyes. Finally, I saw their photos were put in a frame. I stood in front of the frame as straight as a tree and suddenly the tears were falling from my eyes because I missed the old memories that I had with them. I missed the time that I was eating ice cream on the beach with them, swimming and more. They bought me a lot of things and loved me as their granddaughter. These memories made me miss them so much.


This was the first experience of death in my life. Now, I realized that the most terrified thing is not a ghost. In contrast, it is “Evil people” and I’m wondering that how could they did like this, Don’t they care about how their parents feel, who were feeding them since they were young, because none of the parents want to see their kids do the wrong things in their life. From this experience, I learned that people are not good all and I shouldn’t trust people without knowing a lots about them. Also, I have to be careful that I don’t forget to lock the doors at night.

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