trudging along

Happy Chinese New Year! This year, I got a chance to visit the house my mom, aunties and uncles grew up in. The flat belonged to my great-grandfather, and the folks spent their growing up years there. I felt the nostalgia they felt, as they narrated their whimsical childhood to us. They pointed out their hiding spots when grandma caned them, described how they climbed from ground floor to the second and into the balcony. How they had competitions on who could scale the door frames the highest.

There was this discoloured photograph of their entire family, and we had a fun time pointing out who's who. Mom was 16 in the photograph, and her brothers and sisters were even younger.

It really got me thinking about my own existence and the circle of life. It probably trigged when Disney channel played The Lion King last night. Free cable weekend for the win. As we went back to grandma's place for dinner, we stopped to look at the family portrait of our own family. Grandad's gone, and some of the smaller ones weren't even born yet. I need to take a photograph of that photograph and digitally store it somewhere.

photographception