When I was about 15 years old or so, I remember this..................... Whenever my mom was asked to do "overtime" as a domestic helper in her Japanese boss's home, she would use that extra money that she got and she would always do this for me................She would buy mutton and cook my favorite curry mutton, this I remember and we were poor then, curry mutton was a luxury.
Just the other day, my second sister called me up telling me that of late mom was not feeling too upbeat, the reason? You see, she used to chit chat with her peers at her apartment waiting lounge but it seems that the number of peers has dwindled to none cos one by one,,slowly and inevitably her "chat buddies" has" Gone Home" and that in a way makes her I guess sad even she does not show it, my mom is a strong woman.
My father died while I was still in the school and my mother had to shoulder on the responsibility of "keeping the family intact" the money, the expenses, the children and so many worries that I never got to understand until I became a parent myself only did I understand all those worries.
I remember she used to cycle to work but eventually at the age of about 40, she took the courage to learn to ride a motorbike, her reason for doing this... she just wanted to be home early to cook for the family.I remember this, her motorbike was always decorated with a "L" lembu sign cos and she had to pay for her license every three months cos she never found the time to go for the "road exam".
There have been many times, I used to be at logged head with her because I thought that she was being biased in some ways or so but never would I thought that ( even at this point of writing) that when I was young,mom used to be biased too but I was the benefactor of her biasing cos I got to eat the curry mutton,not so for my other siblings.
I have always liked this that some Hokkiens say this," We don't have to light up the tallest jossticks, burn the biggest amount of incense paper and cry an ocean" when our parents leave this world,while when they were still alive, we treated them like a "burden"
I know personally two friends, one blogger friend, the other my neighbor, these two men day in and day out, will have to go their bed ridden mothers to clean them up and to them this is not a burden, may be it could be a burden but this burden can never outweigh the sacrifices our moms have made for us...
P/S : So in their living years, make them feel proud