In 2023, just before my 32nd birthday was approaching, the Singapore-based sister insisted my mother and I join her for a holiday. My mum, regarded as a fearless woman, would get strangely nervous and confused by the complex on-boarding 1 . Perhaps the only thing that convinced her to overcome her 2 was the fact that it would give us a chance to 3 our weakening relationship full of a great deal of differences.
There was another 4 to the trip for my mom—a return to the place where she spent her honeymoon in
1989. Back then she was four months 5 with me. Growing up, I remembered the days when she would always 6 me hot milk in the cold winter. Looking back, the motherly 7 actually displayed the love in the blood.
Those sweet moments gradually 8 as I grew older and moved away from home. Soon, our relationship became tense. Weekly phone calls were too 9 and careless to ever mature into real talk. The 10 led to arguments instead. To me, her old-fashioned advice annoyed me, forcing me to 11 information or even lie intentionally. Perhaps Singapore would give us a chance to bring our 12 back to life.
Looking for something to 13 ourselves, we signed up for a joint painting activity. To our joy, our faded connection began to take on the 14 of something truthful and beautiful. This makes a landmark in a daughter's journey in 15 with her long-cherished past.
