❤
"My favourite thing
is to go where
I've never been."
- Diane Arbus
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i suppose it has been some time since my mother last saw my uncle, her elder brother (who is not really her real brother after all but that's another story for another day).
till today, when my mom received an sms that my uncle is hospitalised because he has cancer. and that if she is free, she should go down to visit him.
the maternal side of my family has never been close, and that's, well, yet another story for another time. i can't remember when the last time i saw any of my uncle's family was, and any attempts on my part to get my parents to visit them during cny was always rejected. and i guess this has become something that my sister and i have been used to, that this is just the way that my family is, and will be.
i had asked my parents what if i walked passed my cousins on the streets one day and we don't even recognise each other? but all in vain because sometimes, really, pride and hurt and ego is all that matters.
till today, till that fateful sms. my parents readily got down to the hospital, even though they were squeezed for time. and that raised the slight glimmer of hope in me that maybe, just maybe, ties can be restored and things might get just that slightly better.
i know life is not a storybook and life is not a fairytale, and so i won't wish for the skies but all i wish and pray for is that this meeting between sister and brother during such times of illness and vulnerability can be a healing point between siblings.
after all, my uncle's doctor told my mom that my uncle has only probably half a year to a year left.
ironic also, that today is my mom's 50th birthday. happy 50th birthday, mummy! and against all odds, get well soon, jiu jiu. my family's prayers are with you.
...
a wild flower dies
where it blooms
so let me be
a wild flower
its death shall be
the fading of beauty
-suchoon mo