One final, walk through, before we say goodbye to the home we were, raised, in…translated…
That Small Desk, After Wen-Hsiu Left Home for Her Studies, Became a Desk of Her Mother’s Patchwork Craft Table, and that Photo of the Idol, Became Another Witness to Her Daughter’s, Coming of Age, Staying by Mom’s, Side…………
Everything is Stationary, Other than the Memories that Keep on Moving, Forward
The door opens, that familiar feel came, that old couch in the living room, waited, silently, the tea tray had the watercolor that Wen-Hsiu painted in her high school years, her dad once joked, about how real the plate of fruits were, that it’d safe the family the money on purchasing the real fruits, and later, he did, take the painting to get it, framed.
Although it was a joke, but, the painting took her an entire semester to finish, and her father commended her so, it’d certainly, made her feel good, that her hard work had, paid, off.
The time passes in the afternoon, the old house had the, serene feel to it, and, the sound of drilling to fix something in the walls, from the neighbors that came and disturbed the silent, other than that, everything was, stationary, other than the memories, that keeps on, moving onward.
illustration from UDN.com
There’s still the cassette tapes of the famous singers from back when inside the cabinets of the living room, Andy Lau, Jacky Cheung Hok Yau, and the pop group of The Little Tigers………and, on the tiny desk adjacent, there’s the sticker that’s, lost colors on the upper left of the desk that’s stayed with Wen-Hsiu through her test preparation, with her, needing to resist in watching the primetime soaps, that sticker that’s, lost it’s, original, colors.
That was the sticker of the famous idol of her youth, she’d collected a whole bunch of them, and selected the best looking one, stuck it on her desk, felt that she was, watched over by the idol, that it’d, motivated her to study even, harder.
Mom however, disagreed, believed that it would, distract her, and, Wen-Hsiu betted her sectional exam’s placement with her mother on that, and she’d, forgotten what she’d made on that sectional exam, but the idols, changed for sure, it’s just that this very first sticker, stayed on.
At this time, she’d started, laughing at her self, of how fanatic she was once, in chasing after the, stars, but compared to the younger generations right now, she’d paled by, comparison for sure!
The tiny desk, after Wen-Hsiu left home to study, it’d turned into a craft’s table for her mother, and that sticker of the idol became, an alternative form of a witness to her daughter’s coming of age, that continued to stay with her, mother.
Entering into the kitchen, the rack with the dishes originally, is now, vacant, there was the old newspaper that covered up the supper tables, to avoid the dusts, totally her mother’s, style.
Wen-Hsiu glanced at the date on the paper, November 25, 2017. That was the year, after her father had, passed.
Her father originally went in for a minor surgery, and yet, the complications came, within two months’ time, he’d, passed, and the family friends and the relatives told, that that was a blessing her father gave to the families, not wanting to drag his life on, causing panic in his loved one’s, lives.
And that reason seemed to have, turned into, a sort of a console for the loss of the family, what connected them as a family. After her father passed, her older brother and her felt ill-at-ease, leaving her mother to live on her own, in the end, her older brother persuaded her mother, to come and stay with him, while the “home” got turned, back into, a “house”, and only on special occasions, would it offer a space to gather for the whole, family.
The Houses Find Their Owners, Giving Blessing to Those, Inhabitants
The memories stopped right here, Wen-Hsiu looked around the house, the walls with the spots, the traditional lighting, and the gravel stone floors, truly, it is, an old, house, there came a sigh from her heart. Before she’d left, she’d, taken that watercolor of the fruits that’s left on the tea trays, the years came and went, and the fruits lost its radiance from before, but it’d taken Wen-Hsiu into that crystal ball of, memories, she saw not just how focused she was once, and her father’s love for her, along with the times she’d shared with her, families.
“I’d gone back home to check today, it is, truly, old, I’d felt unwilling, when I think about, selling it”, Wen-Hsiu told at the gathering.
“An uninhabited house, the conditions will grow worse, it’s just, taking up the space, and, let’s go take a few pictures of the place before we sell it off,” her older brother said with ease, and he’d inherited that trait from mom, while Wen-Hsiu’s temperament was closer to her father’s, delicate, and more, nostalgic.
“This couple who wanted to purchase is very gentle, with the children in high school, and college, if we hand the house over, the house would be left under proper care,” mom told of her own decision, to allow the deal to go through, not just the offering, but also, the family that will be, inhabiting there, there’s only the precise research into the family’s background done.
Before the New Year’s, Wen-Hsiu took a leave of absence from work, made it back to her old home to buy the sausage, the taste can’t be, duplicated.
On the other hand, she’d wanted to, drive around, to see her home for the last, time, it’s a place she’d, lived in, although, it now has a brand new, owner, but she’d still, hung on to it.
the property is sold…photo from online
She’d made her way into the alley, Wen-Hsiu parked the car, walked close to her home, saw that the original door got switched to a brand new one, with a wooden mailbox hung outside, lifted her head, she saw the orchids in the pots, hanging down, she’d noted how the new owner, took care of her, old, home, and this, wiped all the worries of leaving her home in the hands of ill-fitted.
Aunty Chue who’s ninety years old just made it back from her stroll, she caught Wen-Hsiu, and pulled on her to sit down, and asked her if her families are okay.
Aunty Chue guessed that Wen-Hsiu worries about her home that was why she’d, returned, and talked of how the new owner started, renovating the place, which caused a trend for the entire neighborhood to do the same as well! As they carried on in conversation, she’d also, commended on how amicable the new family is, and told her, that the houses find their owners, and would watch over those who inhabit inside.
Before she’d left, Wen-Hsiu turned around for one last, look, and, she’d felt grateful, for this old house, watching over her for years on end, grateful for its carrying everything that the family weathered through, it is, a good, house, and she’d felt grateful, that the new owners, are taking good care of it……………..on her drive home, she’d started, humming that tune of childhood, “My Sweet Family”.
So, this is, the connections we all have, to that place called, home, and even though, we may not live in that same place we grew up in or we’d felt that strong connection to anymore, but we’re, always going to be, connected to the home we grew up in in one way or another.