“Ah Choon, I am leaving now. My time here has come to an end. I have done all I could for you. I can no longer look after you anymore, my beloved son. You have to take good care of yourself from now on. Be good. I will be looking over you from where I am going.”
And she was gone, forever…
That would have been a beautiful and memorable parting, no matter how poignant and reluctant it would have been. But she left quietly. No parting words, no good byes, no farewell kisses, no motherly hugs. She left, taking with her a big part of me. And then there was only an immense emptiness that ached for the soothing comfort only a mother could provide, one that will take many years to heal, or perhaps never.