Sunday, April 27, 2014

A nomad's grandma

An elderly who has no house to stay permanently. Her husband left her behind with six children in her young age. After years, her grandchildren grown and she even had upgraded to great-grandmother. In fact, she never suffer before. Once her husband passed away, her two oldest teenage children went to worked just to raise the other four siblings and maintain the family life. She is different in many ways compare to other women. The way she teach children, the lifestyle are special. Somehow, her traditional thoughts had great influence and shape her in that way she is always. Active at night, rest in day time. Her story is fantastic! It is not sufficient to write in a single post. Do allow her to appear at my blog separately in different characters.

In her present life, she quarreled with her beloved daughter-in-law. Hence, she needs to move all her luggage to her eldest’s son house. Nagging and story telling of the old good and bad times is her specialist. Ten years, twenty years, thirty years what she is saying are the same one as if her memories had stop in that particular moment. Her memories started to decades, possibly of her smoking habits, sleep in the daytime not night (body didn’t rest enough) and advance in age. She would say something the other way round. Greed on a silver plate had pushed her daughter-in-law to the border and burst.

In this case, we can’t say any party has no wrong. One has stolen; one has showed no respect to elderly. What say you? One day when your things were stolen and you are claim as a thief, would you angry? Alternatively, to say, you are throw out by your beloved children. I felt pity for her at times. For me, she might not aware of what she did and say. Everyone is human; no one would like to have no home that can keep warm. Still, no matter how, treats everyone the best and leaves no regret. What is reputation that so important even can destroy the kinship, which is so precious?

A mother is still a mother.

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