We meet the cleaner, Pak Cik at the bottom of the block often. usually some chat ensues. Last year when his wife was suffering from cancer, mother went with me to visit her as mother speaks Malay way beyond my 'selamat pagi'.
These days when i meet Pak Cik i am more reticent. At some point, he will ask about mom. i dont feel like talking about it.
And i wish i had a way to braodcast it to him and the many other neighbours i know - and not have to repeat myself.
Perhaps we should keep some traditions: like wearing a small square piece of linen on our sleeves used to signal that we are in mourning.
This way i dont have to suffer the details and people will understand if i am less my chirpy self...
We wore those little squares when Ah Ma (mother's mom) died; but i think with cremation and other changes, we do not do so anymore...
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