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A Letter to the late Lo Hwei Yen
Dear Hwei Yen,This evening when I attended your wake and saw you sleeping so gracefully in the coffin, I couldn't help but cry. In fact I couldn't control my tears the moment I stepped into the tentage and saw pictures of you and your hubby Michael Puhaindran at the table by the entrance. It didn't help that there were beautiful images of you being played on the big screen.I felt my heart sink as I walked closer to your coffin. I could feel love in the air but something was amiss.As I got closer, I could feel pain. I guess Michael must have felt that pain too..but a lot more worse and more intense.I don't know why it was you that was robbed of your precious life. There were so many people in Mumbai..and so many people in the hotel. I just don't understand why it had to be you. I ask myself so many times and I still wonder why. Why you, Hwei Yen?Was it because you are a Singaporean? Or was it because you're pretty? Perhaps it's cuz you're smart and the terrorist thought they could communicate better with u?I
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