A-ma

"A-ma is ill..." mum said weakly as my sister-in-law and nephew walked into the room. Mum moved her upper body in an attempt to reach for her grandchild, but she was too tired, too weak to get up.

"A-ma will get better!" my sister in law said as she  carried the baby onto the bed.

Mum smiled seeing her grandson, and my nephew stuck his tongue out and started smiling, started drooling. 

Mum's source of happiness, her source joy was at her side again... Her grandson may not heal her wounds, may not be able to soothe her constant numbness and sores, but he can make her smile and make her forget, if only temporarily, she is ill and leaving soon.

There is nothing more beautiful, nothing more precious.



(*A-ma is Taiwanese for grandma.)