Weirdness... is Hereditary.
My mom was really strange today. I woke up at 545 am as usual and brushed and washed the various parts that needed to be brushed and washed, and headed downstairs half-awake for my breakfast. She had her usual hymn collection, “The Breath of God”, in the CD player. As I was getting my breakfast she said, “When I die, I want this played at my wake.” And looked at me with a steady yet humourous eye.
I nearly spilt Milo on myself, it was so early in the morning and here she was talking about death in this extremely matter-of-fact way. My dad always talks about how his stomach hurts a lot and how he’s getting old and how he’s going to die soon. He does that so often that I’ve become used to it, and take it as a matter of course. Plus I hug him everyday so that should make him that little bit healthier, don’t you think? But this was the first time my mom had mentioned death.
I was really freaked out and hugged her around her sparetire-y middle and said, “Can you please don’t say this kind of thing leh” and she said, “I feel my heart palpitating… anyway when I die, just remember that I like this CD, play it at my wake, I don’t want people coming and gossiping about me, I just want them to listen to the music” and I said, “uhhhh ok” and filed that piece of information away with the resolve to take better care of my parents!
This reminded me of a dream two weeks ago. I dreamt that I was walking down the stairs of my house, and it was so dark that I couldn’t find anything. I couldn’t see where I was going, and I shouted for my mother to come and help me. I yelled and yelled and no one came, and I shouted myself awake. Lying on my bed with heart thumping fast I thought that perhaps my dream meant that my mother had died. I panicked and sneaked into my parents’ room at about 3 a.m.
I could hear my dad snoring like a cement mixer, but I couldn’t hear my mom breathing at all, so I rested my hand lightly on her hair to see if it was still warm. It was, but I still couldn’t hear her breathing and she hadn’t moved. So I put my finger underneath her nose to see if I could feel any air coming out!! To my horror, my trembling finger couldn’t detect anything, and I was about to go into panic mode when to my immense relief my mom yelled, “Ning ah Ning! What on earth are you doing? Huuuuurrrrrhhhh!!!” and I tell you I had never been happier to hear her shouting in my 21 years.
When I told that to Meyin and Selina and Clarissa and Valerie, they laughed so much the entire carriage of people in the MRT was looking at us. And Selina is going to stay away from me lest I put my finger underneath her nose. Ah well…
I nearly spilt Milo on myself, it was so early in the morning and here she was talking about death in this extremely matter-of-fact way. My dad always talks about how his stomach hurts a lot and how he’s getting old and how he’s going to die soon. He does that so often that I’ve become used to it, and take it as a matter of course. Plus I hug him everyday so that should make him that little bit healthier, don’t you think? But this was the first time my mom had mentioned death.
I was really freaked out and hugged her around her sparetire-y middle and said, “Can you please don’t say this kind of thing leh” and she said, “I feel my heart palpitating… anyway when I die, just remember that I like this CD, play it at my wake, I don’t want people coming and gossiping about me, I just want them to listen to the music” and I said, “uhhhh ok” and filed that piece of information away with the resolve to take better care of my parents!
This reminded me of a dream two weeks ago. I dreamt that I was walking down the stairs of my house, and it was so dark that I couldn’t find anything. I couldn’t see where I was going, and I shouted for my mother to come and help me. I yelled and yelled and no one came, and I shouted myself awake. Lying on my bed with heart thumping fast I thought that perhaps my dream meant that my mother had died. I panicked and sneaked into my parents’ room at about 3 a.m.
I could hear my dad snoring like a cement mixer, but I couldn’t hear my mom breathing at all, so I rested my hand lightly on her hair to see if it was still warm. It was, but I still couldn’t hear her breathing and she hadn’t moved. So I put my finger underneath her nose to see if I could feel any air coming out!! To my horror, my trembling finger couldn’t detect anything, and I was about to go into panic mode when to my immense relief my mom yelled, “Ning ah Ning! What on earth are you doing? Huuuuurrrrrhhhh!!!” and I tell you I had never been happier to hear her shouting in my 21 years.
When I told that to Meyin and Selina and Clarissa and Valerie, they laughed so much the entire carriage of people in the MRT was looking at us. And Selina is going to stay away from me lest I put my finger underneath her nose. Ah well…
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