over the weekend, mum seemed pretty ok. and interestingly, these 2 days, there were at least 2-3 occasions where people came up to her and said, that one your son is it? good son. first, it happened at east point yesterday when i walked her after dinner. a lady pushing a cart with her dog inside walk alongside us and asked her the question. mum looked at the lady and answered ya ya ya... and mum smiled when she heard the lady mentioned about me being a good son. and this morning, it happened again at the hawker center. we were seated beside a lady in tudung. after i locked the wheelchair wheels and went to get food for her, the tudung lady said the same thing to mum again. mum narrated the incident to me later...
and oh, i forgot to mention. mum wanted to eat you char kueh and i went to the store to get it. but it had ran out of it. tudung lady noted it and was so nice. she offered us her you char kueh instead. so sweet right? well as for me, i took it and thanked her for it. as for mum, interestingly, after tudung lady left, mum asked if the you char kueh is clean. of cos it is, i said, and to prove to her it is so, i ate half of it and pass the other half to her. well, i could actually interpret her clean word in two ways - "clean" as in "spic and span" uncontaminated clean, or "clean" as in "no black magic spells" clean. knowing mum, her mind can go both ways, especially the latter interpretation cos for her generation, there is this constant suspicions against malays as they always believe malays like to dabble in black magic... quite funny actually.
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