婆婆 was diagnosed with terminal cancer 2 years ago. She lost her right eye nearly a decade ago, she lost her mother, her husband, her middle child violently and prematurely.
She lived through the Japanese invasion, the Chinese self purge, and all of the ups and downs following.
She fought through all of this. After her first rounds of chemo, she got up and walked to the market, as she always does, daily at 5am. She would bring a roll of newspapers, for she would tire so easily, stopping to sit every few steps, but she refuses to quit.
婆婆 raised me until I met my parents. She raised all of us, my mother, my uncle, my cousin, and myself, to be fighters, leading by example.
Good night 婆婆, enjoy your feast and rest in well earned peace.