hip hip hooray

Mum is the same age today as her mother was when I started paying attention to grown-ups' ages. When N is as old as I am today I'll be almost as old as mum was when she left China. When I'm as young as mum is today N will be a couple of years older than the age mum will always be to me, her age the first time I ever asked her age. Time waits for no one.

At the end of a chaotic day taken up by bible study (don't ask, Mulan) and entertaining unexpected guests, I know she appreciated the tranquility and attentive service of Grand Palace which, despite alarmingly resembling a public lavatory from afar, was endowed with unabashedly posh interior decor. Just the sort of thing to impress one's Azn mother and convince her of one's brimming ambition. *wink*

And now, with N sprawled across my mattress and the folks gone to the casino (I swear I am the only member of my family not in the least seduced by this or similar institutions), I am thinking of the woman who gave birth, and a bit more, to me.