I didn't actually claimed to know everything about my relatives, especially my family's history. But one in particular caught my interest and made me listen in awe. It was only just recently that my family were just sitting around when my dad started to talk about my late granduncle.
"Did you know that your grandmother - which is my mother - has a brother? They say he was a really handome young man then. He died at a really young age, somewhere in his twenties and do you know why?
When the Japanese came to our country, he joined the rebellions group. I'm sure you read your history, right? Anyways, they caught him. He managed to get away the first time; he went to a peace talk in Batu Caves and barely escaped into the Dark Caves when it turned out to be a trap set by the Japanese.
The second time he wasn't so lucky. They caught him, tortured him and killed him. They purposely didn't bury him, instead left it in the open so if one of his comrades came to get his body they could catch them.
His comrades have to wait for a few days and when midnight arrived and the guards are away, they steal his body and buried him on a mountain where to this day your brother and I climbed to pay our respects.
Every family has it's own history, it is only your choice whether you choose to believe them or not. I'm still having my doubts as to how my grandfather could have cycled all the way from SzeChuan, China all the way to Malaysia...
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