..marry my son!..

I love pounding my keyboard when half  of the world is sleeping. Though I'm drained from today's duty, I got a big laugh from my patient  Mama--our call of endearment for our old female patients. Mama is difficult to feed because she sleeps most of the time. Moreover, it is difficult to give her oral medications. This morning although I can hear endless call bells from outside her room, I woke her up and spent sometime encouraging  her to take breakfast. She is much like a baby,.maybe brought about by old age (and undefined psychological problem). I stroked her curly unruly hair obviously not shampooed for how many days, establishing good rapport so she would feel she can trust me in caring for her. She managed to sat down with her belly almost touching her chest. Fortunately, she ate even just a little of her diabetic diet. The evening before I left and said my goodbye, I was surprised when out of nowhere she said. "marry my son!"..I simply and surprisingly laughed..Then I learned a love story behind her words..

Her son feel inlove with a Japanese girl. He loved her much that he already offered her an engagement ring, and Mama loves her much too as what her daughter relayed to me but their father , being a powerful businessman,  is strongly against the relationship. To end the story very short, lovers fell apart..and Mama's heart was broken..too. Before I left the room, I look at Mama's eyes.. "because she thought that you are the Japanese girl", her daughter said sadly..