Two.:.Four.:.Six

When I was young, I would wonder why popo needed so many clothes. Little did I know. When I was young, my aunt told me that it's ok that I'm not pretty. Dressing up helps a bit. That I remembered. When I was young, I hated shopping. Buying CNY clothes in particular because my build was an awkward one. I had a build of a teenager when really, I haven't reached puberty. So when I was older and understood what suited me, I, well, started shopping. I was already shopping at Topshop then when I had zero income. In a way, they were my only saviour for jeans because the Asian cut and even Levis just don't suit me. I've only owned one pair of Levis in my entire life, ha because I've always thought they are for the skinny girls! So I don't know when and how I want to run my own business when I grow up and that clothes, being closest to me, was what I wanted to sell. It took me many years to finally take the leap. Well, because we learned that popo was not...

Food is very important in my family. My popo is a great cook. In fact, she started cooking for her family as young as 9! Gosh, what were you doing at 9? She always believes that the younger you are, the earlier you should eat. Adults can starve but kids can't. That's why the grandchildren under her care are never skinny, haha. Ahem, yours truly included. The other day, I told Fat that I miss her and he told me it's normal. So I joked that if it's normal, does it mean he misses her too. And he said he misses her curry chicken. WTF! Why would you miss a person's food and not the person? Well, I guess it goes to show how good a cook popo is. And then I realised popo impresses me by remembering everyone's favourite food. She takes pride in her food and is the happiest when we enjoy them, which we do most of the time. Fat is her grandchild in-law yet she knows and remembers what he likes. She would always ask us over for curry chicken, chicken rice, ask the h...

I still miss popo a lot. I yearn to hear her voice, to see her, talk to her, buy her favourite food for her.... but all I have left are memories. I had a fall on Wednesday and I remembered I used to fall and injure myself at least once a year when I was in primary school. Popo would tell me to place the injured leg on the toilet bowl so that water would not touch it and sting the wound. I dreamt of her again and for the first time, her face was right in front of mine. I'm not sure if it was a dream or I was just thinking of her. I cried badly and woke up with a heartache. I walked past Breadtalk and thought of the pork floss bun she requested for the weeks before the left. I thought of the carrot cake that I promised I would get her. There's no next time or tomorrow sometimes. Seize the moment. We know it so well but we just don't practise it and only come to regret when it's too late. I'm thankful I have a very supportive husband. He was there when my g...