Missing my 婆婆
Was on bus along Geylang Bahru today.
Went passed my grandparents' hse. Both of them have passed on. Now only my uncles live there.
I remembered the times when my 婆婆 was still around. Especially during the times when I was young. Being the eldest grandchild at that time, 婆婆 doted on me. I get all the new toys and all the attention. Even when my cousins came along, I felt close to my 婆婆. She would only bring me for her Sunday marketing. We would sit in a trishaw to the market, do the marketing, and sit down for breakfast with her friends. When the MRT first started, she brought me for a train ride because I've not been on the MRT. We took the train from Lavendar to Bedok, just to buy 油条.
婆婆 is not someone who will hug and show affection. Instead, she is the "woman of the household". My 阿公 is the relatively more quiet one. He drives his trusty old yellow-top cab for most of the day and left many household decisions to her. Thus, 婆婆 runs her own cooked food stall and helped bring in the dough for the family. But, 婆婆 is seldom harsh on us, the grandchildren.
婆婆 dotes on us in the best way. Her cooking. We used to joke that we should never comment that a dish is good. OR we will see it on the dinner table until she finds another dish that we liked.
I love the CNY reunion dinners that 婆婆 cooked. I can almost remember all the dishes she would faithfully cook every year. No specialities. Just simple home-cooked food, but to me, it will always be the most delicious meal of the year - the special NY noodles, the special "many treasures" soup. I can even picture the type of plates she would use for each dish.
I thank God that I was with her during her last days. I was at the hospital with her when she had her stroke. As she laid there helpless when the docs tried to put a feeding tube through her nose, I could only hold her hands. When she was well enough to go home, I used to help in her feeding. Holding the tube full of milk and watching 婆婆 "drink" it through her nose, I just felt so sad. I had the chance to bath her once and for the first time after her stroke, she laughed. But it was the last time I would hear her laugh.
I know 婆婆 is in heaven and in God's good hands. I will see her again, but till then, guess God just wants to remind me again to never take my loved ones for granted.
Went passed my grandparents' hse. Both of them have passed on. Now only my uncles live there.
I remembered the times when my 婆婆 was still around. Especially during the times when I was young. Being the eldest grandchild at that time, 婆婆 doted on me. I get all the new toys and all the attention. Even when my cousins came along, I felt close to my 婆婆. She would only bring me for her Sunday marketing. We would sit in a trishaw to the market, do the marketing, and sit down for breakfast with her friends. When the MRT first started, she brought me for a train ride because I've not been on the MRT. We took the train from Lavendar to Bedok, just to buy 油条.
婆婆 is not someone who will hug and show affection. Instead, she is the "woman of the household". My 阿公 is the relatively more quiet one. He drives his trusty old yellow-top cab for most of the day and left many household decisions to her. Thus, 婆婆 runs her own cooked food stall and helped bring in the dough for the family. But, 婆婆 is seldom harsh on us, the grandchildren.
婆婆 dotes on us in the best way. Her cooking. We used to joke that we should never comment that a dish is good. OR we will see it on the dinner table until she finds another dish that we liked.
I love the CNY reunion dinners that 婆婆 cooked. I can almost remember all the dishes she would faithfully cook every year. No specialities. Just simple home-cooked food, but to me, it will always be the most delicious meal of the year - the special NY noodles, the special "many treasures" soup. I can even picture the type of plates she would use for each dish.
I thank God that I was with her during her last days. I was at the hospital with her when she had her stroke. As she laid there helpless when the docs tried to put a feeding tube through her nose, I could only hold her hands. When she was well enough to go home, I used to help in her feeding. Holding the tube full of milk and watching 婆婆 "drink" it through her nose, I just felt so sad. I had the chance to bath her once and for the first time after her stroke, she laughed. But it was the last time I would hear her laugh.
I know 婆婆 is in heaven and in God's good hands. I will see her again, but till then, guess God just wants to remind me again to never take my loved ones for granted.
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