The generations that are here today, hold tribute to the lady that has toiled through the years. She was endearing and selfless. I would look forward to each Chinese New Year visit to my ah ma's place. Everyone would gather for dinner and I vividly remember, eagerly receiving her ang baos. It would always be a $50 note.
She's gone now, but she left so much behind. The night I stayed at the wake, my cousin (age 41) and I started to really get to know one another. He shared how he got to where he was, a director, driving a luxurious car and a great family. The values ah ma inculcated into him, he shared with me. From a time of poverty, without even money for his textbooks, with a complicated family, he managed to survive it all.
Ah ma, I saw everyone's love for you in their tears today.