Remembrance

Going back to my aunt's house sure evokes a few memories.

As I stepped into the not-so-newly renovated guest room,few scenes popped up in my head;they seem familiar but kinda vague. What was previously an old toilet is now replaced by brown parquet flooring. What was previously yellow walls is now pure white. A newly waxed wooden bed was in place too. It sorta resembles my grandma's bed.

I remember 4 years ago, my granma was bedridden. She couldnt hear us and had virtually no memory. She could not even recall our names, she only recognised our voices and faces. Her hands were thin and frail. I remember how i used to hug her and trying my best to give her reassurance by holding her hand as she trudged through the final stages of her life's path. I always hugged her and tried to convey the message that her dear grandson is always there for her.

Aabout 10 years ago, I used to accompany her to do marketing early in the morning. She was a strong woman of 75could still muster the strength to walk to the market behind my aunt's house. I was a small kid then and my arms had no strength. Nevertheless I would never complain about carrying the rattan basket full to the brim with groceries and foodstuff. Ah Po,I enjoyed your cooking,especially the chicken with ginger and soy sauce. You used to watch Cantonese drama series on the small 14" TV. I used to watch it with you even though I could not understand a single word.

Now that you have left us, the whole house seems different. CNY family reunions seems a bit pointless without your presence. I miss the elation on your face when Ma tells you that we have been such good kids at home, like all parents.

I miss you Granma, in my heart, you will always be.