Mrs. Chai......my mother when I was thirteen

Last weekend, my friends and I went to Taman Seputeh to visit our former class teacher. It has been 40 long years since the last time I saw her. Yes, 40 long years [ I finally have accepted the fact that I am a veteran].

What a memorable visit it was. She was her typical self, very motherly and as excited as before.
We were still referred as my girls all the time we were there. She aged very well despite being a 70 year old lady. You would have thought that she's in her early sixties.

It was a pleasure to have met with her children and grandchildren. And the old movies of us ..dancing away in our innocence was really something. This lady is the first person we consider as a mother when we first entered this boarding school. She was the person responsible for our wellbeing and English Language.

She even paid the tuition fees of one of my friends. I remember some of my friends from different class were envious of us from Remove T. Mrs. Chai held some parties for us at her home. Taking pictures and movies of us. It was the time when we needed our mothers most and she was there for us.

Yes, Mrs. Chai...you taught us well. Whatever you taught us, we pass it down to our children. Your family must be very proud of you. I remember very clearly when you comforted me on the 13th of May. You dismissed all the negative reports from the newspaper so that I can concentrate on my studies instead of worrying for my family in Kuala Lumpur. I only realised the harshness of the situation when I went back for holidays. That's what mothers do to protect the children. And you are a mother to all of us.. ...