“Ah Ma! Ah Ma!”, the voice of the little one calling out to
me. As if he was in pain. My heart beat real fast, what happened? Where was he?
“Oi!”, I responded.
“Ah Ma! Ah Ma!”, he called out again. I still could not see
him.
I started to panic. I started to run, but I fell at first
step and the world was spinning around me.
I felt a tiny hand on my right arm. I tried to regain my
focus. I finally saw him.
“Ah Ma! Are you dreaming?” asked the little one.
I heaved a sigh of relief. It was a dream; the little one
was safe and sound.
“Good morning, Ah Ma!” he greeted me with a smile, just like
how he greeted me every morning since he started talking.
It seemed yesterday he was born. It seemed yesterday he learnt
how to walk. It seemed it was only yesterday he learnt to greet me.
The truth is, time waits for no one. In my mid 80s, I can
feel the clock is ticking.
They wished me longevity, good health, happiness, but do I wish
for these?
What’s longevity if I’m waiting for the final call, anxious, worried when will be my turn?
What’s
good health if I can barely walk?
What’s happiness if everyone’s busy with
their lives while I watched?
I decided to keep this blog to my personal thoughts, and created a blog for my creative writing, do visit IZMum Creative Writing.
