There was a time when I could still hear her laugh…
It was probably 4th or 5th year into mom’s illness where we put her at the landed house. I was a frequent visitor then, sometimes popping up everyday. She already lost her ability to speak but was still not on PEG.
While I was seated by her bedside, she used to stare into the empty walls and ceiling. I couldn’t get her to look at me even if I stroke her hands. Until I came up with an idea…..
Me: “(looking at the direction where she is staring)….what….what is it?”
Me: “(looking at her)…..what….what is it?”
Mom still refusing to look at my direction and continues to stare at the empty walls and ceiling.
Me: “What?….Ma! Don’t scare me leh….what are you looking at?
Me: (looking at the direction where she is still staring)….what?
Me: “You see ghost is it? Don’t scare me leh!!!”
Mom burst out laughing…..
And that was the last laugh I heard from her.
All I hear from her now are moans…..perhaps this is the only sound she can make now.
