CNY without popo

i hate to admit this but the festive seasons are no longer the same without popo. with popo leaving us, i had lost someone who showered me with the most abundant love that i can get in the world. the protective shield that had surrounded me all these years had gone. a walk down the memory lane to my childnood years hurt me a lot. remembering how popo spoonfed and protect me from my ferocious mom brought tears inevitably. aha... i had been a difficult and spoilt child since........since i was a fetus in my mom's womb!

my dad was doing his housemanship in sg petani and my mom had no choice but to do her nursing there. SP was definately a very ulu place at that time. i was fertilised in a place called sik,kedah. wow.... that place had never left a vivid impression in my lil brain. it must be a very horrible place to nestle because it has only one miserable chinese restaurant. my mom had morning sickness so frequently, simply because my dad fancied chinese food. whenever he suggested chinese delicacies for dinner, i believed that his lil princess must have sulked badly in that bag distended with amniotic fluid (which had my pale yellowish urine ). i wondered how i could swim for 42 weeks in my own urine!! i must have drank plenty of that pale yellowish excretion of mine too. owh.. my parents had to travel to an island known as the pearl of the orient evey weekend. that spoilt fetus wanted nothing but banana split and chic chop. their favourite princess loves nice, clean, cozy and perhaps a romantic place with sophisticated crystal chanderliers for dinner, which i later found out that it was the waterfall hotel.

my mom was malnourished (because the food in SP sucks badly). the obstestrician had planned to induce the process of labor for i was being difficult again. i must have loved my urine bag so much that i was reluctant to see the world outside me. i was inside my stinky urine bag for exactly 42 weeks. it was the chang festival when i decided to say hello to my parents. oh.. my mom had labor pain after my popo brought her chang. i was a tiny lil neonate weighing just 2.4 kg. my mom told me i was like a lil kitten (hmm.... like baby miya?? ). i don't understand how kf had a birth weight of 3.8kg. now, i bet u know why he's huge?? oops... i can't find a better word than huge.

my lovely popo had to feed me milk with a teaspoon for months. i hated baby bottles. i would rather starved than to suck on that bottle!! milk must have tasted badly too for i started weaning at 4 months. my parents took me along to SP. they hired an indian nanny to take care of their stubborn lil princess. as much as i hated SP, i must have hated the nanny too. i cried non stop under her care. my parents had no choice but to send me back to my popo after 2 days of me, throwing endless tantrums.

well, it was CNY. in fact, it is still CNY. i was helping my mom with the reunion dinner when my lil eyes saw that teaspoon. the same old teaspoon that my popo had used once upon a time to ensure that i have a good developmental milestones. i cried to sleep that night for i miss my popo so much. i still remember how smooth was her hand. i longed for those days when she would wait for the rickety school bus to pick me up while brownie (my german sherperd) sat faithfully next to us. she would hug me when i sustained abrasions on my knees ( i was naughty). she had saved me from my ferocious mom so many times that i lost count. my mom was always chasing me with a rotan in her hand and there i was......... hiding behind my popo. she loves those chopin and sonata pieces that i used to play on my old piano. perhaps, those musics were her only entertainment. she was never bored of me telling her stories and holding her hands. she would tell me stories on how naughty my dad was and how she hit my dad with that thick rotan.

unfortunately, that evil diabetes and a secondary brain metastasis took popo's precious life. when the hearse left our home, my lil cou liew ee laine asked me....'ceh ceh annie, why is everybody crying for popo? ' i looked into her innocent eyes and i knew that i was luckier than her. i had the love of a grandmother for 18 years. popo's last words to me was.... 'i know that u are a smart girl. study well and have a good life. i know u can do that' .

all in all.... i just want to say that 'i love u popo' . i just miss CNY without you by my side.