Dear Mama,
It is only upon growing older that I even begin to understand the depth of your love and sacrifice in raising your family, one that I am so grateful to be part of.
In every visit to Penang all through my childhood, I received your unconditional affection even as I could not reciprocate or fully grasp it; even as I knew so little about your life’s journey and the abundance of caregiving you had already devoted to so many before me.
Learning more about you gradually through listening to my parents and reading these tributes, memories I carry of even the littlest moments with you take on a new weight: the way you call my name so happily each time we arrive in York road and give a big hug by the front door, the soft-boiled egg in the morning, once giving my brother and I Ribena that you’d prepared so long before we arrived that a whole line of ants had already crawled into it, trying to learn mahjong and losing, and later,
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