Today marks the 2nd day which my grandma is living together with us in our home. As soon as the happiness and filial piety of my mother, she started having more regrets than happiness about her choice of brining her over to stay with us.
Since day one, my mom already started having disagreements with my grandma and rising her voice to shut my grandma which works. Seeing the argument and unhappiness happened in front of me reminds me of the many times I argue with my mom using the same tactic as well and it never fails me nor my nor, whoever shouts the loudest wins but of course supported with sufficient reasons.
Today my mom than regrets her choice once again after my grandma said she lost her ring in our home when she can’t search nor locate the ring in the house. My mom than said that this afternoon she saw two ladies chatting with her don’t know over what reasons. After which seeing her dark face, the looming eruption, I stop probing. Than the whole evening they just can’t stand each other. To make matter worse, in the home, there’s my sister too, who’s always on loggerheads with my mom. Than there they were all seated in the living room watching television..Silence filled the air with the exception of the sound coming from the television.
An aura of hatred, unhappiness and suspiciousness fill the air. I somehow sense it coming from the three women. I just sit there not knowing what to do but it sure is uneasy having to be in that awkward situation to begin with..
I wonder what lies ahead of the two days of stay with my grandma’s presence in the family. Thinking back on the past, and reflecting on the arguments and debates in my mother’s family side..they have something in common, they are all people who are trying to make the month’s end needs each very month.
On the other hand despite my father’s absence, my dad’s side of the family is all filled with rich if not can be affluent families in landed properties. Seeing them with little to zero arguments, I some how come to a conclusion that only the poor people argue over small little things. Rich people don’t argue, they just talk things out nicely.
When I tried to cross reference to my childhood primary school mate who was born with a average income family who later moved and upgraded their social status to become the league of landed property owners, seeing and being a minor part of the family made me realize that only families that talk things out instead of arguing and rising their voice will allow them a better family bonding and an increase in wealth. To date I still can’t find the missing jig-saw puzzle connecting the rich and the poor other than the common theory which I learnt from all my previous mentors or rather from my seniors and those speakers at the various different seminars which I’ve being to over the pass few years.
I hope I’ll be able to find the missing link someday and eventually join the league of being a landed property owner without worries in terms of financial concerns.
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