it was one of those out of the blue random things that just happens when one least expects it. mommy found an old red, or rather, gold, packet that was hidden in her mountain of clothes, with my name in a familiar scrawl across the flap of the packet. she handed it over, and recognizing the handwriting, said it was from godmommy for this year's lunar new year.
gingerly holding that golden packet, a little of a flashflood went through my mind's eye. although she had been having pains everywhere, and trouble with her failing eye, she never forgot. the strength in her penmanship in those few alphabets in my name reminded me of the painstaking effort she took just to ink those few letters down, hopefully lovingly, perhaps also well knowing that might be her very last since she was already on a countdown.
it was a tad hard not to feel the pinch of the pain that came, for it struck a swift blow. have pretty much already put that packet away for safekeeping, stupid and impractical as it might sound to some not to take the money out of the packet and use it, or save it at the very least. yet, it was the last, gift and well wish and whatever more it could be and was meant to be, despite its lateness in arrival, and somehow or other, much of me would like to keep it that way, silly as it may be.