A Passage in the Journey of Life (1)

I visited my mum this morning.

My son William, his mother and wife Pauline was with me.

My mother is 81 years-old.

My father passed away 8 years ago.

My mother preferred to stay back at our old home; she refused to move-in to stay with my family. Each time she came to our house and after one or two days she gets "homesick" and we had to sent her back to the kampung home.

With God's blessing she is still in reasonable health condition though she has weak legs and bodies.

Every one of us loves her. She has three sons and five daughters.

My eldest brother passed away at the age of 13 when he was knocked down by a passing car while he was crossing the busy street in front of our home.

That was some 40+ years back in the 1960s.

My mum still thinks of him all the time.

I pray that my mum will continue to enjoy the days left in this world and I must make every effort to do all I can to keep her joyful and happy.

I have a duty as a son and I will have to do more for her.

This is my mum ... she was big and strong.

This picture was taken some 40+ years; I think it was in 1974.

I really can't remember the exact date or year.

It was a day we celebrated her birthday.

We were poor and we stayed at a dilapidated house.

Those years, my mother struggled to earn a few dollars to feed his children and to provide for their education.

My three other sisters were forced to leave school and work as servants to contribute to the financial needs for survival.

The NEP did not help the poors; we were poor and hardly had enough food.


This picture was taken in the 1980s.

This is my father and mother.

My father works as a general worker in the tin mining company.

He suffered a stroke at the age of 73 and passed away three years later, in February 7, 2001.

It is 8 years, since.


Today, I just wanted to write this piece to remind myself of my duty and responsibility as a son.