Forgotten

We live a life of regrets.
Too often a time we lament the past and forget about the present
We blamed the world and everyone but ourselves;
for the things we should or should not have done.
Much as we wished for our tears to wash away the guilt we feel inside,
we can't;
for we have chosen to live a life of regrets.


I know Chinese New year is approaching and it is supposed to be a period of family reunions and merry making...and the above sort of creates a mood that somehow do not quite align with the festive moment....but I just cannot help but feel a tinge of sadness within me.

I looked into her eyes and felt the intense absence of the once fiery glare that flares up whenever she got heated up. She patted my head and afforded a gentle smile for the first time in years and suddenly I noticed just how frail she had become. She tried to recall who I was and though she could not put a name to the face before her, I imagined that perhaps that deep down she knew who I was. I smiled.

I missed the days I had lived with her. I missed her cooking and I certainly missed the little moments in our lives that formed the jigsaws that constitues my childhood.

Age has caught up with her. Her memory was not as good as before when she could remember complicated recipes. Her mind may not be as clear yet I can at least be certain that my memories of her would always be remembered.

Forever.