We’ve learnt from young that mum’s the greatest(sounds like a mothers’ girl).Many a times,we’ll always put the blame on our mum when things go wrong(like not calling us up on time for school,not making breakfast for us).But have we ever thank her for the things she has done for us?
This is what happens on the train.A small gesture that tells everything–love.
Everyone’s eyes are fixed on him.(about 18 years old) He limps his way through the crowd and struggles with every steps he takes.Finally,he takes a deep breath before settling himself at a corner.This is when his mum became visible to my eyes.
She pulls out a piece of tissue and gently places her hand on the young mans’ forehead,wiping off every beads of perspiration as her eyes fix on him.
“Thank you,mum.”The young man tries to raise his hand to touch his moms’ face but in vain.( as there’s some difficulties in his movements.Might be suffering from down syndrome)
I realise that people on the train are still having their eyes lock on them.What really catches my attention is that some of them are actually giggling and staring at the young man.The look of discrimination that is found in their eyes.The coldness of the society that is just revealed a few seconds ago.
It seems that the young mans’ mum has already sense that.But she just hold on tight to her son’s hand as though she’s assuring him that everything is going to be fine.
The whole scenario seems kind of awkward,yet heartwarming.
After what seems like eternity,they finally reach their destination(which is sembawang mrt station)The young mans’ mom tightens her grip gently and looks into her sons’ eyes.With tears surfacing on her eyes,she makes her way out of the train,holding her son close to her.
It was so simple,so common and yet so beautiful.
It was a mothers’ love.
