repeating the same anecdote, or telling the same story again and again, is not so uncommon to everybody who wants to dwell in the past. and who doesn't? even our mm lee, the tough guy who sneers at people's slowness in responding to any future challenges, often brings up his old-time gangster story.
beyond this stage - no more old-time stories.... only dear memories to hold on to.
ate in macalister dimsum center. then went over to butterworth, to seberang jaya to visit his mother - an old lady; not able to stand and walk, only able to sit-up on the bed, very hard at hearing(had to talk very loud into her ears), her pupils showed dis-focused attention, facial expression benign and quite blank, wrinkles and speckles spread all over her face, mouth slackingly hanging in there.... all the signs of a 92-year old, who had experienced the restrictions for ladies in the feudal system, the tribulations of the jap occupation, the uncertainties of china modern historical upheaval, the camaradarie of commune times, the remotelness of sailing away from her motherland to another far-way place, the not-so-cosiness of her relationship with her other half, the early departure of him, the bringing up of her 3 young kids(some how), the event that turned ugly on her second son, the happiness of knowing the all her kids got married and bore her grand kids..... and the ever-motherness of her love to the kids and her grand kids and more so to her 2nd son and his family.... knowing deep inside..... nothing matters that much any more....except she still wanted to hold the ang-pow that he and his wife gave to her.
if money can stir up an old mother's heart - she still has the instinct to live on!
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