Tell u something you don't know about me: I originate from a Baba & Nyonya clan.
Not from my grandparents but my grandmother's parents. So even as young as 5 yrs old, I wear
sarong (similar to
sulu) everytime I stay over my
ye-ye & ma-ma's hse. At that time, I was the only granddaughter bearing the Ng surname; hence, I was adored dearly.
Throughout the years, after all the dramas in my family, somehow we didn't contact as often as we used to. They were still dear in my heart but it was diff altogether.. from familiarity to "strangers". As a respect, I pay an annual visit to them.
Year after year, I see them both alive & robust..... until last year. An incident that sparked off my
ma-ma's depression. She started to seclude herself, even to her own brother. But after much persuasion fr my aunty, she agreed to seeing us today. I was touched. I didn't know what to expect but I felt deeply for her when I saw how frail & tiny she was. Physically & emotionally, you can see the impact of my
ye-ye's death on her.
We chatted & as I told her tt my bro & I hv accepted Christ, she beamed proudly. You see, my
ye-ye was a staunch Catholic & had always hoped that we would one day come to know God. Apparently, my aunt & my grandparents are born-again Christians, which was something I never knew abt.
As I held her hand, I knew she still sees me as the little Irene 15 yrs ago. But maybe, this time round, it is my turn to guide & protect her instead.