Connection

I had been bad. I hardly had time to visit my mum recently. Only visited her on Saturdays.

She hasn't been able to open her eyes for long, even when we put her in front of the TV watching one of her favourite show - Planet's Funniest Animals. She used to make some chuckle. Now, she hardly watched for 1 min before closing her eyes.

I also realised changes on her fingernails. She has ribbed nails now.

There's one thing I find it amazing, she likes to stare at my 'Ang'. Whenever my 'Ang' greeted her, she stares at him and her eyes follow where my 'Ang' goes. That's when I told my 'Ang': "Better treat her daughter well, or else she will not let you off!!"

I had always felt something missing between my mum and my 'Ang'. Theoritically speaking, my mum never got to know my 'Ang'. She was already sick and lost her speech when I introduced my then boyfriend, AKA my 'Ang', to her. I didn't really get to know if my mum had liked my 'Ang' or not, or if she thought he's a good man or not, or if she agreed to our marriage or not, or if she blessed our union or not. She never really knew her son-in-law.

So does my 'Ang'. He never actually knew my mum. Yet he gave her "Pin Jin" on our wedding, he paid for her caregiver, he carried her up the flight of stairs to her room when me and the caregiver struggled and he visited her every Saturday.

That is the kind of relationship they have, connected by love.

The love of a daughter. The love of a husband.

I am their only connection.