I had bought a bus ticket to travel to my sister’s house. It was the place where I used to spend most of my holidays before I settled down here. Her house was just like my second home. Since I started work and could afford to travel abroad as a backpacker, I seldom went back to my second home.
I telephoned my sister to ask her to buy my return bus ticket. She called me later to confirm. She said “Are you sure of the date? Why such a short stay, why don’t you stay longer?”
During my stay, she had prepared nice meals for me. She always had ideas where to take me for good food in the town. She would take me to have good food but quite expensive without much ado. She told me she did not have enough time to prepare all her new created recipes because of my short stay. She always planned what to have for the next day. She might tell me “I will get you some pau (bun) tomorrow morning; I know a very famous pau shop.” I told her not to trouble herself because of me.
She is very talented woman who kept the house very neat and organized. She is also a good cook. She always cooks for the charity, ‘ZhiChi’ and orphanages. Her vegetarian food is healthy and delicious. When ever I went home, I would learn something new from her.
The day before I left, she asked what I would like to have in the bus. I like her fried rice and she told me everybody praises her tom yam. To my surprise, she had prepared both for me in the next morning, plus a container of fruits as well, together with spoon, fork and tissue papers. How caring she was. So much food to have in the bus. It was not just food she prepared, but along with her love and concern. For me she is the adorable one. Compared to her, I am the clumsy, messy and forgetful person. In return, how do I pay for her care and love?
