A pretty long story and it is a story relating to the title above. A hand grasping another hand....
I had been went for a concert last night...
A charity concert where Antony, Suki and all the Astro 'xin xiu da sai' winner been request to join and run the event that held at shah alam last night(sathurday).
I swear and promise to write this particular blog after had been watching the concert.
Not jux a simple concert, it is a charity a concert that trying to evoke people sending out your love. Making a life with love surrounding us~
A story, a story about a hand grasping another hand(大手牵小手）, a child promise his mother to grasp her hand forever.
A promise with a thumb cop, with full of smile and happiness~
10years later...
The child has growth up to be an adolescent... a 15 year old child.
He start to disobeying his mother order and fight against her.
'My little baby, mom have bring you some meal for your lunch' His mother said
'Mom, has been thousand times i told u not to send the food here,why it doesn't make a sense to u?' the child reply with an offensive and in-respectful way~
'My baby, i brought you a lot of delicious food, it may worth RM 4 outside there~ Okie, never-mine... i give u a discount to withdraw your pocket money 1$ per day as the payment of the food.'
'Mom, AIYOOR... Why u do not understand me? Why? Okie!! And next month i will follow a trip to Singapore cost RM400, and i will cancel all my tuition to earn the fee for the trip'
'CANNOT!!! of course cannot~ u should study, that is for ur beneficial~
'Why? Why Ah qiong mom let him to work outside there and do not need to tuition, but i can't? {Why u can't be like that?}
Another 10 years passing by~
There is an old woman with a working man sitting on a chair, and the guy's daughter standing beside the old lady...
'Doctor said mom Alzheimer's disease from worse to worst~' talking to his wife through a hand-phone
'PAPA, AH MA(grandmom) do not recognize me liao~ her disease getting worse liao, how say we come 2 weeks per month rather than 1 per month.' His daugher standing beside him and say
'Papa also want to come frequently but i got a lot of stuff to do ar'
his walking toward the old lady and hand the phone to his daughter...
'Where is my little baby?' the old lady ask his son(the guy)
'I'm your son mom, u forget already?'
'you are my son? are you sure, let me take a look at you... Oh, yea! you are my son'
After a conversation between the old lady and his son....
'My little boy always brought me and grasping my hand walk around'
'Mom, let me bring u to walk around ok?' The man grasping his mom arm
'My boy boy always grasping my hand, like this like this~' She take the hand to her palm
'my boy boy always said my hand is as smooth as 18 year old lady... do you?'
'Yes mom, you hand are smooth and look pretty right now'
Once again the woman ask for her son... His son is damn sad for all the things happening on his mom, his trying to tell all the stuff happening in the past and ask for forgiveness...
But it is too late, his mom do not know and unable to retrieve the old memory...
A year later his mom is dead.
HER MOM is DEAD... She will never come back to him to you and to me...
Do you know what to do next do you ever do the same things as what he did?
Do you ask for forgiveness before it is too late?
Do you want to end as what the story with?
Do you feel like wanna cry and imagining the real event that really occur in your life?
So you are still able and available to send a forgiveness, and do what u had been promise to your parents!
Do not wait until it is too late.
Too late for you to grasping her hand... When her hand getting old and you do not even participated during the process she is getting old...
Please la, me big big guy also cry, don't say u no cry la.... Walao eh, Sibeh beh ta han every time watch such a scenario.... I will do every thing for my mother and father de lar, just i need to finish-up and study find a good job first!
Do not chase me to get married so fast la, i need to spent my money on my parents before i got extra money for the girl... for my written girl~
Frm: Never grasp my mom hand before
