Nearing the end of my aunt’s radiotherapy treatment, we found these holidays to be a wise time to visit her in Melbourne.
The first time Aunty Hang took off her wig, I was grief-stricken to see her hairless head. In retrospect, I know I have always overlooked the emotional aspect of cancer diagnosis. Thus since seeing my aunt, I have been committed to living a more meaningful life.
This is the second time I’ve been to Moruya, a country town located on the South Coast, a four hours’ drive from Sydney.
We always go with Dad’s two friends, Uncle Phuoc (yes, quite a fortunate name) and Uncle Son, for out-of-Sydney trips a couple of times a year. It has been such a tradition for almost since we moved interstate. …continue reading "Fishing in Moruya".
This week Helen, Joanna, Karen, Patricia, Shirley, Van and I went over to Jessica’s house.
After I finished eating breakfast, I received a phone call from Joanna to pick her and the others up from the train station.
Five minutes later, she called again to tell me that they changed their minds and would be going to Jessica’s dwelling by train themselves.
I was the first person to arrive at her house, whereby she gave me an official tour of it.
Leaving her sisters (Jennifer and Catherine) home alone (I told them to be extra vigilant!), the eight of us walked over to the video hire store.
Without thinking, I yelled out:
Why are we walking into a liquor store?!