Tomorrow is the birthday of my favourite person in the whole wide world.
My grandma's been the pillar of my life, and our family, since our coming into existence.
She is the one who stands by every one of us, no matter what befalls. She is the one who raised 3 boys and a girl all by herself during the gloomy days in the past, enduring and making it through hard times of making ends meet.
Gran is the one who wakes up before day break every single day to go to the market and buy ingredients for dinner, the one who supervises the cooking of dinner, even when she is sick and ill - because she believes in putting a good meal for the family, the one who refuses to eat until the last member of the house comes home - so that she can accompany him/her to have dinner.
Feeding me with - what's that? Char Kueh Teow??
Kidding, it's the angle. I don't think I was old enough for solids yet.
Oh but look at my greedy, pleading eyes. Hahahaha!
Grandma makes my favourite soups in the whole wide world. Nobody's soups can match up to hers. Ever.
Grandma taught me Cantonese, and fed me with Scott's Emulsion when I was young. (: (I super love Scott's Emulsion!) She sang me songs on rainy days with thunder and lightning, and when I was sick and down with fever. The song went along the lines of “不要咳,不要咳。给猫咳,给狗咳,不要给晓恩咳⋯⋯” Something like that. Over and over, till I dozed off.
Ok this one's real (:
You were always there for me when I burst into tears.
Gran ALWAYS cries when anyone goes overseas. Especially my cousins and I. Her cry is one out of fear, somehow. She'll always fear not seeing us ever again; it's a worry, a too-precious kind of love. Her crying makes you want to cry too.
But I'll sing you a song, don't cry (:
Gran's been relatively healthy all along; she eats lots of garlic and ginger and vegetables, and her soups have no salt. At all. Ultimate. Her soups are authentic Cantonese-style, boiled the entire day before serving. Super love.
DON'T ask what I was wearing.
Don't.
But a pretty baby can carry anything off, anyway.
But Gran hasn't been in too good a shape these days. Her memory is getting very, very bad, and so is her eyesight. Coupled with the back and foot problem she's had for quite a while. She refuses to say anything even when she is in pain. She'll just sit on her arm chair by the window and say she's fine.
Nowadays, she keeps calling me "toffee", calling toffee "xiaoen"... mixing up everybody's names and walking into things/falling down...
Just as you held my hand, I'll hold yours.
The deepest, greatest, darkest fear in my heart, the one which I pray so earnestly for every night, is that Grandma will pass away before accepting Christ. I really cannot imagine, neither can I bear to imagine what will happen. Tears start flowing every time I try to think about it. It's so frustrating because God seems to be taking His time. Then I start to wonder, what if He doesn't reach her in time?; what if she doesn't reach Him in time? Gran is the greatest, most selfless, most noble person in the world, to me. But there is only one route to an eternity of joyful rest. What if...?
But all things are perfect in Your time. Dear Lord, please touch Gran's heart one day, so that when she passes (Please please please please please, not any time soon, I really want her to see my six children. And nurture them like she has nurtured me), so that when she passes she will be by Your side, enjoying the much-needed rest and honour she so very much deserves. Please listen to this prayer, Amen.
Sometimes I think quietly to myself - I'm willing to give up my life in exchange for her salvation. Gran and I will spend our eternity together in heaven's campus next time (:
Sigh.
I love you, Gran (: Have a wonderful birthday.
Cherish.