My Ma
Last weekend, my mom and two brothers went to Kuala Lumpur by car for one of our relatives' wedding. While they were there, they thought it was a good chance to go straight to my house at Port Dickson after the ceremony to meet me and my kids. They live in Terengganu which is around 5 to 6 hours of driving from Port Dickson so I rarely see them much. For them to stop by and stay for a couple of days meant a lot to me. My mom or ma as I call her looked basically the same except for her hair. Sitting close to her while she lay on my sofa, I noticed how much her hair has turned gray or white and it hit me hard on the chest. She's getting older and one day, maybe sooner or later, she would be gone. I love my ma. She's the rock that has been holding the family together. My eldest brother was raised by our grandmother and my two younger brothers were too young to understand and see how hard ma worked to put meals on the table when abah was not around f...