The trials shared by the families, are, unimaginable, translated…
In order to deal with the old mansion my maternal grandfather has left, my fifth uncle called every one of us home, and, I was so shocked to see my fourth uncle’s son in the gatherings, he was slow to move, and asked me in a rash manner, “Who are you?” My fourth uncle died abruptly when I was in high school, and I only have memories of this younger male cousin as an infant, and now, it’d finally, demystified why my fourth aunt always missed out on the family gatherings, it’s truly, heartbreaking.
My cousin reminded me of the mother and son pair I’d met at the sports competition at the park, the mother was about seventy, the son, looked about forty, from the way he walked, it’s clear to see, that he’s a child who never grew up.
That elderly mother, while exercising, her eyes were, zoomed in like a radar, on her son. Once, the old child went to the restrooms, and came up with his pants off, getting the toilet papers, as his mother saw, she’d rushed over, and pushed into the restrooms, and fixed him up. Everybody there was very understanding of this, pretended they didn’t see a thing, and just carried on doing whatever it was they were all doing, the elderly mother, looking after an aging child, there’s, nothing HARDER than this!
Once on the ads of the MRT walls, I saw an ad, with an elderly father, looking worried, at that son who’s smiling, dumbfoundedly, with the captions, “I just want to live one more day than you”, it’d made my heart wrench. If the elderly father, my fourth aunt, and that elderly mother in the park all died before their children, what will happen then? There’s the common saying of “children are collecting the debts, and, if they’re not, then, they wouldn’t be yours”, with this debt that’s not their choice, the parents are having the trials of their lives.
I got pregnant at age thirty seven, my attending requested that I get an amniocentesis, to see if the fetus was normal, my husband who’s also a physician was against it, he’d asked, “If the fetus is abnormal, do you want to abort it?”, I’d become stumped, on the beliefs of eugenics, not letting him get born, giving us both a difficult time, but, he is still, after all, a life that’s not mine to take, even if he was abnormal, he’s still, my flesh and blood!
And, in that unsettling mindset, I’d given birth to a healthy baby boy, and now, he’s able to work hard, and living off of what he’s making, and giving to his parents, we won’t need to worry about the trials of him, outliving us, we cherished this love of family that we’re given, and showed gratitude toward the heavens.
I’m a mother, and I deeply understand how much goes into raising those children who can’t grow up, and hope that all those parents with children such as these, will have a little less worries.
So, this is on someone you know, having a child who’s mentally slow, for whatever reasons there may have been, and, children ARE supposed to be blessings, but, if they’re born ill, unhealthy in the mind, or the body, then, they turn into this huge burden on their families.
Life, the Obstacle Course 