Sunday, March 18, 2012
That Pair of Hands


I remember her hands. Her hands have never absented as I grow.

Those were the days we stray and rove, when I was held by these hands to look for that very man who was responsible to take care of the household. We spent our night in a room that didn’t even had a door. That night, a child and an adult squeezed in the only mattress in that room. The night was getting cooler, I was shivering so badly. It was these hands that fondled my forehead and gave me extra clothing to keep me warm, the only blanket was laid to me. As the sky saw dawn, I woke up to the heat of my body and found that owner of these hands sleeping so exhaustedly by my side.

As I grow, these hands have never left me alone whenever I’m in need. This time, I suffered from chicken pox. These wrinkled hands worked relentlessly to make me porridge, vegetables, and coconut drink for me. Occasionally during the night, these warm hands would fondle my cheek to examine my body temperature.

Now, the owner of these hands is already 71-year old, she is my beloved grandma. Despite not having any parent, a grandmother’s love is sufficient enough to fill my heart up. This time, I fell ill again. Because of this occasion, I could once again, hold these small hands and touch my lips on them, saying “Thank you, Grandma.”


Postscript:

This is a true story of the Author. It is intended to share with everyone, that we do have a pair of hands as such around us, that relentlessly work just for the sake of us. Think for a while, why would our parents or loved ones work so hard just because of us? Some might say that “She is my mum, of course she treats me well”. This is indeed not right. There’s no rule saying that mothers must cook for us, neither is there any instructions that says a mother should love her children this way and buy her them things. However, there’s this persistence of a mother’s love that revolves around their children, so thoughtfully giving the best of them. Wherever the owner of these hands is, do not make it a habit to take it for granted and forgetting them. We must reply them with our filial actions all the time. The author wishes that readers would be aware of the people who love and care about us and not to be oblivious at thanking them. “Thank you” are 2 precious and best merited words. Please don’t be stingy to keep these words for yourself.

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