He’d Become Amnesic But He’d Still Remembered the Wedding He Was Supposed to Show Up at, He’d Come Late, Thirty-Nine Years Later

In sickness & in health, growing old together, the love these two individual has for one another, is truly, touching, from the Front Page Sections, translated…

The Sixty-Seven Year-Old Man with Bone Cancer, Lost His Memories in a Car Crash, His Wife Stayed by His Side, She’d Held on to the Happiness They’d Shared, But They Were Forced to Deal with the Repossession of Their Residence, and Owing Debts.

A wedding that is thirty-nine years late, became the only remaining memory of the groom. The social welfare organization hosted a wedding for the two; the amnesic groom told his wife, “I love you, I will take care of you”, it’d made all who were there, moved.

the photo of the couple, photo courtest of the UDN papers…

The male lead of this wedding is the sixty-seven year old, unemployed, Wu, diagnosed with bone cancer, in order to fight to continue his life, he’d put his house up for money, to get the treatment he’d needed, but, he’d gotten into an accident on the way to get a follow-up, although his life was spared, he’d lost, all his memories; and yesterday, although he’d gotten the chance to live the dreams of giving his lovely wife, Liao, her dream wedding, but because of the debts he’d accumulated, his house faced repossession by the banks, this is a very difficult to weather love that they’d come to share.

Wu was originally a bus driver for a high school, and, was originally married to someone else, thirty-nine years ago, they both decided to get divorced, and found one another, but because of how the society was so close back then, they’d not held a wedding. The two of them walked through sickness and illness, not only did they not abandon one another, they’d become, even closer to each other.

Three years ago, Wu was diagnosed with the terminal stage in bone cancer, he knew he didn’t have long to live, and started persuading his wife to leave him, but she’d insisted on staying with him to the very end, Wu was moved by how deeply his wife loved him, and in order to fight for more time to have together, he’d used his house to take out a $200,000N.T. loan, to get the autotransplant procedure.

The doctor estimated, that if Wu has a successful autotransplant, he can live for seven years at most, otherwise, his life is reduced to just three more years.

Liao said, that during the process of the bone marrow withdraw, he couldn’t go under anesthesia, her husband was in so much pain that he’d squeezed her hand too hard until she’d bruised, and he was, shaking hard, and all she could do, was cry alongside him.

Not being employed had caused this couple to suffer economic difficulties in life, and, him being diagnosed with cancer, was even more trying on top, the social worker from Huashan Foundation, Tsai said, he’d visited the Wu’s in April, and saw piles of unpaid bills on the table, since Wu’s health started going downhill, every time he’d tripped and fallen in his home, Liao’s sense of helplessness grew, she’d even taken out the coal and the urn, claimed, that “We’re dying together.”

Two weeks ago, Wu was on his way to a follow-up, but he’d gotten into a car wreck, causing him to become amnesic, and originally, the hospital had good news that the cancer cells are all in control, but this wreck had caused the couple, to fall back, into despair again.

The Huashan Foundation hosted a wedding at a church for them to fulfill their lifelong dream, the two of them exchanged rings, held tightly to each other’s hands, and, Wu who originally couldn’t answer the questions that others asked him well stated, “I love you, I will take care of you” to his wife, and Liao shed the tears of joy.

But, the Huashan Foundation said, that the Wu’s won’t be able to make their mortgage payment next month, and their residence is facing foreclosure by the courts, and, they won’t have a roof over their heads, the foundation was hoping, that kind people in the community will give a helping hand to them.

So, despite everything that’s happened to these individuals’ lives, they still loved one another so very deeply, and now, as they finally got married, the hard times are coming to them, but, if they work hand-in-hand, I’m sure, that fate would make sure that they are okay…

When Onion Pancake Man Meets Dessert Woman

She’d found love, but, there’s a difficult obstacle between them, his M-O-T-H-E-R!!! Translated…

“Hey, how’s it going, with you and the onion pancake guy?”, this, was the name that found its way, in the majority of my conversation with my best friend, Sonia, Onion Pancake Man is her boyfriend, although he is already in his thirties, she, is his very first love; Sonia is his very first girlfriend, and they met, because Onion Pancake Man’s younger brother’s girlfriend is Sonia’s best friend, they were on an outing together, and, started dating.

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Nobody can imagine, that someone as dull as Onion Pancake Man can hit it off with Sonia, who loved European desserts who’s outgoing and optimistic. Or maybe, it’s because Sonia’s ex-boyfriends were really sweet talkers, and although, she was, lost in infatuation with them, but, they couldn’t manage to, get along, for long-term. Sonia, who is seemingly open on the outside, is actually, a traditionalist, she’d hoped, to find a good man, to start a family with, but, she’d always, found the wrong guys; Onion Pancake Man who’s five years younger had, given her a brand new kind of experience of love, although he is not a sweet-talker, but, he would, stay by her side and accompany her close by.

Onion Pancake Man lives in Shulin, and Sonia lives in Shihlin, although the names of the places was only one Chinese character in differences, however, the distance isn’t so. Onion Pancake Man, who owns a shopfront, couldn’t find the time, to travel to and from a lot, mostly, Sonia would drive over to Shulin to visit him; Sonia, who’d not been on the trains in ages, because of this, she’d finally figured out, that there’s the differences in the regular commuter trains, the Fuxing Express, the Juguang Express, and there were the Puyoma and the Taroko Expresses from the Dzi-Chiang Express.

Onion Pancake Man’s father is already decased, and his mother controlled everything in the household, as the eldest son, he’d carried all the burdens, his younger brother lived on, very freely. The girlfriend of the younger brother of Onion Pancake Man is divorced, with two children, and, she’d, ticked their mother off a lot, and, after his younger brother moved out, he’d become, his mother’s sole support. And so, the two of them didn’t dare tell his mother about how Sonia was his younger brother’s girlfriend’s best friend.

In order to get on the good side of Onion Pancake Man’s mother, Sonia would often go to the shop, to help out, or to accompany his mother watching television, even if she only got to go out with him once in a very long while, she’d not had any complaints. But unfortunately, they couldn’t keep their love covered up, his mother still found out, that Sonia was her son’s girlfriend’s best friend, and ever since, she’d flipped her attitude around toward Sonia, although she’d not stated clearly, that she’d wanted them to break up, but, her attitude became really cold and aloof toward Sonia, and, Onion Pancake Man can only keeop on begging Sonia, to be understanding.

But, it’d gotten harder, for two of them to be together r now, and finally, when there’s a day off, Onion Pancake Man would always get called away by his own mother elsewhere, sometimes, it’s going south to visit relatives, sometimes, it’s to help his divorced eldest sister watch the kids; anyways, the mother would always come up with an assortment of reasons, to keep them apart, and, Onion Pancake Man had, gotten used to, and just, complied with his mother’s requests.

pciture from the papers…

Before the Lunar New Years, Sonia specially made the trip to his shop to help out, but, his mother didn’t welcome her, instead, gave her, a bad face, and without a word of “thank you” either, after the shop closed, she’d, gone to the train stations alone, and cried, all the way home. And, Onion Pancake Man still upheld his value of filial piety, never spoke, on Sonia’s behalf; and, we’d heard, that his mother had even, started suggesting, that he marries a foreign bride too.

“What then, are your plans for the future?”, I’d asked Sonia. She’d told me, that she was, on the verge of giving up, because Onion Pancake Man didn’t even have the courage, to pursuit his own happiness. Sonia said, that love is a matter of the two individuals, she could understand the heart that he carries toward his mother, but if this keeps on going, Onion Pancake Man is just, giving the right of his own life, to his mother to set up, and at the same time, it may also, destroy any woman with whom he’s dating, I knew, that she will, fight, until the very end, and, no matter what the outcome, at least, she was, brave enough, to love now.

So, this, would be extremely BAD what this mother was doing to her own son, and, because the mother disliked the influences that her younger son’s girlfriend had on him, she’d stereotyped this woman, because this woman is the best friend of her other son’s girlfriend, and, she’d come between her eldest son, who’s apparently, a mama’s boy, and, it would be best, that this woman just, dumps him, because, if she keeps on going, she will end up, losing NOT just her own youthful years, but also, a lot more…

Filing Our Love Under “Secret”…

A love like ours, never meaning to, see the light of day, as we’d become, this couple, hidden, away from the daytime now…

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Filing our love under “secret”, well, that doesn’t seem right, because when we love someone, we should be able to, proclaim it to the rest of the world, that we belonged to and with one another (more like marking the “territories” if you ask me!!!), but, not this love of ours, oh no, we’d become, these, shadows of the nights, only able to move about and around freely, when the light’s gone.

Filing our love under “secret”, it’s just, so very hard, hiding the way I feel about you in front of the public, especially when we are in close vicinity of one another every single day, and, it’s getting more trying by the day, because I see you, and longed for you, to touch me, to caress me, and yet, I can only, take a cold shower, to calm myself down (not at the office, of course!!!).

Filing our love under “secret”, well, you know what, I deserved better, better than, being JUST your mistress, a love on the “side”, someone who’s never going to be out in the open with you, because you will never, LEAVE your wife and children for me………

not my photograph…

Filing our love under “secret”, well, NO more, you can keep on filing this love that used to be there (but it’s no longer in existence, ‘cuz I say so!!!), under “secret” if you wish to, but for me? I’d, DUMPED all that TRASH (legally, of course, ‘cuz I wouldn’t want to pay for the fines, with my hard earned wages here!!!).

Nothing is Better than This!

Memories from the elementary years, translated…

Awhile ago, the weather cleared up, and, I’d, paid a small visit to spring, gone outside, to see the looks of springtime, and, as I was just, getting immersed in the greens and the flowers, my cell phone started ringing, it was, an unfamiliar number.

“Hello, is this, Ms. Bi-Ching Huang? I’m the principal of Xinglong Elementary School, I wanted you to come back to school, to recite that poem you wrote on your alma mater if it’s all right.”, on the other end of the line, came this, shocking request, what an honor, to get invited! I’d lifted up my head, and saw skies of blue, and, my heart is, filled with happiness that bloomed, like the gardenias.

not my photograph…

Xinglong Elementary School was the school that had inspired me, that’s located at a small and plain farming village in Miaoli, the school became like a home to everybody. There, the echoes of my reciting the Chinese alphabets, and there were, the sounds of ouch, as we’d gotten, disciplined by our teachers too, it’s also, a place, written over, with our childhood memories too.

I’d left my elementary school for over forty years already, and, I’d, walked through the years, with life, and, my alma mater became like a other, totally, connected to the children who’d wandered away, and this tie simply, just can’t severed.

not my picture…

“Those Years, Underneath the Bishopwood Tree”, this poem was, written, for my alma mater forever, Xinglong Elementary School, and, it was also, a way, I’d give respect and memoriam, to that bishopwood tree that’s sheltered me from the wind and the rain of my childhood years. A poem that’s written, with moving sentiments, such an amazing way, for me, to gain recognition and support from the principal from my alma mater. And, being able to return to my old elementary school, and lead the younger generations to recite my own poetry, what a beautiful scene that would be, there’s nothing, better, than this!

So, you were commended, for writing that poem, to commemorate, to celebrate your own elementary school growth processes, and now, you are being, invited back to your childhood school, to recite the poem to the children there, hoping, to inspire them, as the years of elementary school had, inspired you, to become, who you currently are.

The Storm that Came So Suddenly

A short prose, translated…

They’d, walked into the forest in the dead of night, with the storms coming quick. After they’d, tightened up the doors, boarded up the windows, the few cowardice guys, started shivering, and quivering, shaking nonstop, waiting, their fates.

not my photograph…

The tour leader rushed toward the front of the tour bus, looked around toward the windows, thought about how the tires on the tour bus that were, about, to break, how, were the tires going to be able to, withstand this sort of a landscape, and, if they’d, steered into the cliff sides, they will surely, fall, to the abyss down below that’s for sure.

And so, all the tourists were, shocked out of their minds by this sort of horrific sight, they were all, mumbling those prayers, prayed, that everybody will walk away, unscathed. Looking toward the front, of the entire group, only the driver was, unaffected and unmoved, still kept, driving so recklessly, in this, part of the wilderness.

Waited until the signal lights started blinking, and the screen blinked too: the new vehicle’s safety systems had, passed the tests. And all the noises from the rain, from the people, all, vanished, behind the driver’s ears.

not my photograph…

Before you read to the last part of this, you’d think, that it’s a test of the tour bus driver’s driving skills, but, it isn’t until the very end, were you told, by the writer, that this, is ONLY a test, and, this writer has a way, of keeping her audience on the edge of their seats, and doesn’t reveal anything until the very last word, keeping her readers, captivated…

The Boy Next Door is Just Too Stubborn

Translated…

I’d never known a little boy who is as stubborn as he.

not my photo…

Since we’d started living together, he’d become, stuck on me. I’d be hanging up my laundry on the lanai, and, he’d, sat, on the adjacent walls, waiting for me there; I’m cooking in the kitchen by the sink, he’d sat, next to the sink, watching every single move; I’m in the living room, watching television, he’d immediately, gotten on the couch, sat next to me; I’d gone to the vegetable garden to pull up the weeds, he’d helped me chased those butterflies that were laying their eggs on the leaves off; the moment I’d entered into the bathrooms, he’d, immediately, rushed over to the toilet. At bed time, naturally, he’d, slept next to me………even if as I’d faked how angry I was, shooing him off, he’d still stubbornly, stayed, by my side. The days of being a housewife, because of this little boy next to me forever, became less lonely.

not my photograph…

Only when I’d gone out. And, no matter how I’d told him, consoled with him, he’d just, refused, to come along, and, if I’d, forcefully, carried him downstairs, he’d flown into a panic, and scratched me too hard.

Such, a stubborn little boy he is! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, but, all I can do, is to accept him the way he is. After all, he’s, just, a cat…………

So, you can, see this interaction, this closeness between the owner and the pet, the cat knew when the owner needed him, and, would stay close by like a dog would, but, he’s a cat, with his own mind, and, you can’t push him, to do anything that he doesn’t want to do, just like it is with humans too.

My Heart is an Open Door…

Breaking and entering here!!! And, just because my heart is an open door, that still doesn’t mean, that anybody can be allowed in!!!

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My heart is an open door, that you’d found, on your way to somewhere else, and, because my heart looked welcoming enough, you’d, let yourself in (like how Goldilocks broke AND entered into the household of the THREE bears!!!), and, you’d taken something, out of this open door that my heart was, and, never returned it…(that’s THEFT, by the way!!!).

My heart is an open door, and because I was way too young, way too trusting, I’d left it, unlatched, and, just as my dogs had snuck out from before (and boy, did we all get scared, I thought I’d lost him for good!!!), you snuck in, and became, an unwelcome squatter, that I can’t even, evict.

not my picture still…

My heart is no longer, an open door, I’d, closed it, shut it tightly, to make sure, that nothing gets in, OR out, and now, it’s, safe and secure, right where it’s’, supposed to be………