she is 93 this year.the other day she called at 630 in the morning
and said that her children are sending her to the old folks' home.
she asked if i was free to bring her to the temple
to see if they'd let her stay there.
she's the one on the extreme right.her mum is the lady seated on the right.
she has so much to tell,
and she could remember so much.
all the stories of how she worked for the Brits,
how she brought up her children,
how my father was hot-tempered like my grandfather,
how her friends are all dying before her ...
she'd sneak out to buy ice cream when her daughter was not home.she wanted me to buy durians for her, two small ones.
she said they'll soon realise what it was like to be 93.
she said that they claimed to be her children
but no one brought her a piece of mooncake for mid-autumn.
she said she could look after herself.
