The special person to me is not my boyfriend like everyone thinks. This person always beside me when I was a child. He always kind to me even I treat him badly. I have a lot of memories with him that I will not ever forget. He always make me feel happy. He was the one who taught me how to play badminton. The last memory before he died which is he stay up all night long for accompany me study. I even ask him to buy food and we shared it together. Everytime I recall these memories, I will cry and fell guilty toward him. I should appreciate and respect him. The person I talking about is my ‘pak alang’.