Birthday-The Day I Was Born

I called home this morning. Papa said that I should remember how Marmar was in labor pain when she gave birth to me. And also, Papa said I should remember, how Popo was so excited and went riding a bicyle to the hospital in the middle of the night with a termo flask, which was filled with Chinese Herb Tonic Chicken soup for Marmar although she was afraid of darkness and unseen ghosts and sprits. Popo was thrown off the bicyle on the way to the hospital because the streets had no lights. Popo was using the light generated by dynamo. The soup flask was broken and the soup ended on the street. She was very upset about the accident. This accident foretold bad sign. She sensed of Marmar's difficulty in labor. The unborn child might be in danger.

That child is here writing about that accident now.

Popo was a very good playmate and the best grandma. She taught me how to play badminton. She also taught me how to rely on oneself. She was funny. She was a good story teller. She was intelligent and religious. She would bring back new badminton racquets and shuttlecocks from Rangoon. We would play on the street in the evening after school. She would secure her longgyi (Sarong) with belt and wore canvas shoes before we played. We showered after the game. Then, we had our dinner. I would do some homeworks from school. My sister and I joined Popo for some prayers in Hakka before I went to bed. She had taught us how to pray in Hakka. She had shown her great love to us by caring, playing and doing things together. We had done alot of things together. She taught me how to bone a chicken. I would never forget that she made sure I learnt those stuffs as she would be moving to Rangoon with KongKong after he retired in the end of 1980......more to come.