this year, my birthday celebration was quite a tired and quiet day. woke up wee early in the morning to bring grams to the hospital and it was raining sheeps and giraffes. sheesh... almost didn't want to wake up as i only had 3 hours of sleep. all these added as a factor to grams' tantrum. she said she didn't want to trouble everyone so she don't want to go for the operation. when i heard that, i felt the sadness coming from her heart. as her grand daughter and living in her house, sometimes i feel really angry with my aunts and uncles who doesn't even call her just for a little conversation like "how is your leg now.." "do you need $$.." "have you eaten..." well, nothing. everyday, she looks so sad and it hurts me to see her like that.

just for the mid-autumn festival, family members are supposed to gather around to eat mooncakes, admire the moon and drink a good cup of tea. and as the eldest family member in our family, she actually went through the trouble of walking all over the neighbourhood to find a nice lantern for her youngest grandson when her leg hurts.(it always hurt cause she had an operation bout 20 years ago due to an accident and they put screws in both knees. now the screws are rubbing against her bones. she eats painkillers everyday although she is allergic to them and they never seem to have any effect on the pain.) but never did she expect that this year, none of them bought mooncakes for her. none of them came over. not even a call or anything. the mooncakes we had were either those me and my brother bought from hong kong and those my mom went to buy last minute. i don't understand. i really don't. what is it that keeps you so busy that you don't even have time for your mother who had went through years of suffering just to bring up all of you!!!

after we came home from the hospital, i laid on the bed. when i was about to sleep, she tapped my feet and wished me happy birthday. she even passed me a red packet. "just for tradition" she said in dialect. i don't have enough money to give you a big red packet. then she said, "luckily you and your mom moved in to stay with me, otherwise, i don't know how i will be...." i saw her tear drop. at that point, i felt like crying. like now. i am crying while im typing this post. it just saddens me so much... :'(

i told her. if you get well, i will sponsor you a holiday trip to taiwan. so you must promise me not to give up. when you can walk properly again, i will bring you wherever you want to go.....

baa~*sniff*

this year, my birthday celebration was quite a tired and quiet day. woke up wee early in the morning to bring grams to the hospital and it was raining sheeps and giraffes. sheesh... almost didn't want to wake up as i only had 3 hours of sleep. all these added as a factor to grams' tantrum. she said she didn't want to trouble everyone so she don't want to go for the operation. when i heard that, i felt the sadness coming from her heart. as her grand daughter and living in her house, sometimes i feel really angry with my aunts and uncles who doesn't even call her just for a little conversation like "how is your leg now.." "do you need $$.." "have you eaten..." well, nothing. everyday, she looks so sad and it hurts me to see her like that.

just for the mid-autumn festival, family members are supposed to gather around to eat mooncakes, admire the moon and drink a good cup of tea. and as the eldest family member in our family, she actually went through the trouble of walking all over the neighbourhood to find a nice lantern for her youngest grandson when her leg hurts.(it always hurt cause she had an operation bout 20 years ago due to an accident and they put screws in both knees. now the screws are rubbing against her bones. she eats painkillers everyday although she is allergic to them and they never seem to have any effect on the pain.) but never did she expect that this year, none of them bought mooncakes for her. none of them came over. not even a call or anything. the mooncakes we had were either those me and my brother bought from hong kong and those my mom went to buy last minute. i don't understand. i really don't. what is it that keeps you so busy that you don't even have time for your mother who had went through years of suffering just to bring up all of you!!!

after we came home from the hospital, i laid on the bed. when i was about to sleep, she tapped my feet and wished me happy birthday. she even passed me a red packet. "just for tradition" she said in dialect. i don't have enough money to give you a big red packet. then she said, "luckily you and your mom moved in to stay with me, otherwise, i don't know how i will be...." i saw her tear drop. at that point, i felt like crying. like now. i am crying while im typing this post. it just saddens me so much... :'(

i told her. if you get well, i will sponsor you a holiday trip to taiwan. so you must promise me not to give up. when you can walk properly again, i will bring you wherever you want to go.....

baa~*sniff*