Please forgive me,yet again,this post is still about my mother,why? Simply because I want to pen this down and to remind me of something...........
Took her for breakfast,because "it was a long holiday " She told me that she was still not feeling too well and she wanted to buy some fish to cook herself some porridge for lunch.
I said to her,there was no need to for her to cook,I could take her for lunch or just "ta pau" back for her,she insisted that she wanted to cook,at one point,I just could not understand,why she insisted in cooking,since she was not feeling too well.
Then I just realized that,to her,"cooking" was some kind of a solace to her,a comforting "task" to her.... Now, I understand sometimes,children must always look at things from the old folks' perspective, isn't it so?
Then as i held on her hand,slowly walked her to the wet market,suddenly she fumbled hard of my hand,her body tilted as if was going to fall and telling me that she had to sit down and she could not walk further, I quickly grabbed a stool,sat her down,then..........
I asked my lovely wife to go to the wet market alone and buy her the fish that she wanted and as I sat down with her,she told me that,it was not that she could not walk but she was not comfortable in walking....you see a few years ago,she had some kind of metal thing implanted in her hip.
As I looked at her, I was thinking to myself,what if one day she really could not walk at all,how would she feel,for my mom is kind of a restless person,what kind of a mental and emotion torture or torment that could inflict upon her.
Now I am thinking before the dawn is nigh,I will have to do what is just right and this post will always remind me of that "DUTY"
P/S : One day,we shall all be old,we shall long for a ear to hear and a hand to hold