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...Continue ReadingBetween Reading, talking and writing, which one to start first?

1. Talk.
Critical Age: 0-2 years old.

This is the most important element in the life of a human being. Talking is important for us to communicate about our thoughts and feelings so that the people around know what we want to say so that there will be no misunderstanding.

Start since your child just came out to see the world, which is within 24 hours after being born. Greet your child, give greetings... say 'hi', kiss.... hug, say whatever you want to say. Just chat. It looks like it's not right when sitting in the ward, we're talking alone while giving eye contact to the baby. But that's the first thing we have to do since our child was born. And konsistenlah talks to them until they grow up, nak2 in the first two years.

I often ask parents, ' child can talk or not? 'most answer' already, said... ABC, 123 all he knows. Even jawi letters. ' I said, that's not talking. Where is the same talk by knowing those letters!

Talking is communicating. There is an eye contact, got a child answering back to the question, react to the name from mom dad, calling, not mention it.

Once when my child was admitted in the hospital, there was a mother 'talking' to her child who was a year and 6 months in spelling. That's strong! ' B.U.K.U... Book! ' I guess he's the target of his child to be good at spelling while talking. The rest of the time, I see his son just given a gadget and 'learn' through gadgets. Rampage Toksah say it. As long as something is wrong, the child is just raging. Noisy one ward listen!

I'm crazy looking at it!
Spelling is not talking!
Reading is not talking!
Counting not talking!

Talk need to have eye contact.
Speaking must have a understanding between two parties.
Talk must have expression and expression.
Talking is communication, there are people who listen, there are people who reply back.
Speaking must have a impersonation, better to copy in terms of style or sound of rattles.

Giving gadgets and learning at this age?
If possible, avoid it!

2. Doodling & painting
Critical Age: 1-3 years old.
It's important for your child to learn to hold a pencil or a crayon or a big painting brush at the moment for a doodling session.

If you're worried that your child will doodle the wall, buy a big paper paper, paste it on the wall of the house. If there is more budget, wall the wall with paint is easy to delete. If it's so hard to do, just accept that the walls of the house have to be doodle.

Contenting helps the child express their mind.
Doodling helps children strengthen hand muscles.
Content there is a visual element of perceptual (this is another chapter).
Doodling creates midline crossing abilities.
Doodling helps the formation of a finger holding a pencil (Pencil Grip).

Don't care where to doodle. On Paper, on the floor, near the wall, books... we are grown up, please think of the best way to encourage children to be doodling. Follow everyone who wants to control your heart and feelings to see the house messy or what.... most importantly, think of the way!

May I make the element of the sand, the ground, the stone... for the wood twig... no complaints, as long as the child can be conteng.

During this age, don't force your child to write too much. It's fun to ask to write ABC, number, jawi letter...

Teach child painting after doodling.
Paint bentuk2 that is around us.
Animal Paint, plants, homes, or anything.
Accompany the child to draw.
Use water colour, crayon or any drawing tools.
It's not a waste to spend money buying these things. Not a loss!

3. Coloring.
Critical Age: 1-3 years old.
Teach the color at this age.
Coloring activity helps children form straight, vertical, oblique, rounded lines and so on.

The Color of the painting that is in let it fit the age of the child.
Don't be asked to coloring the complex painting. If possible, avoid coloring the painting inside the gadget.

Coloring in gadgets does not bring any meaning to hand muscle. How to develop a memory motor against the line?

At this age, you don't have to worry if the children are still not good at the color in the line. Still the color out the line is normal. No problem. The most important thing is, he knows where to color it.

Create a concept of coloring as early as possible. No need to wait until school is just about to coloring.
No need to bring to the mall, coloring at the that has of for in, then you have to pay. The color at home is better. It's better for us to draw a picture of our family, ask our children to be color. Simple. Saving a lot.

4. Writing and reading.
Critical age of writing: 4 years
Starting age knowing letters and numbers: 4 years
Beginning of reading age: 5 years and above.
Age that is considered late to be able to read: 11 years.

Logically, when the child has learned a lot of lines through doodling and coloring, it's self-prepare to write. This time it's easy to write letters and numbers even though they don't know the letters and numbers yet. No problem.

Can teach to write in a session, then teach to know the letter in the later session.... at the age of 4! This is the earliest age! Not too late yet.

No need to worry because once a child and learn letters, a few letters... start to read at the age of 5

If we follow all this process gradually, God willing, the child has no problem! No need to worry too much.

If we 'turn' all this process, there will be consequences because it has violated the development of a human being.

If you feel there is an effect, don't be shy to bring the therapist to fix the problems that are available.

So much.

.........

Picture for example only not encourage for children to doodle walls.

Parents please paste the big paper on the wall so that the children are free to play at the same time they can work comfortably

Source: Liyana Raya

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Sedih cerita ini saya pernah meniaga di tepi jalan jual kuih saya tahu apa yang dia rasa..

Apakah Melayu sudah bankrup?

Perbualan penjual kueh dengan seorang perempuan muda Melayu bekerjaya, saya cuma pasang telinga sajaaa🌹

"Makcik, bagi kuih ni 2, yang ni 3," kata Nora.

"Tak nak tambah lagi satu nak bagi cukup tiga ringgit?" tanya makcik itu.

"50 sen satu kuih? Kenapa mahal benar ni cik?" tanya Nora secara berseloroh. "Bolehlah, saya tambah lagi satu biji."

Makcik itu menyepit kuih lapis berwarna merah jambu itu lalu diletakkan di dalam plastik putih, lalu dimasukkan ke dalam plastik kecil berwarna kuning.

"50 sen sebiji pun, untung bukan banyak pun dik," jawab makcik itu.

"Ye ke ni cik?" tanya Nora semula.

"Sebijik makcik jual 50 sen. Untung sebiji paling banyak pun 20 sen, 30 sen, itu pun lepas tolak kos bahan sahaja. Kos masa, kos renyah buat kuih, kos elektrik, semua tu makcik pun tak pandai la nak kira macam mana," jawab makcik.

Makcik itu menghulurkan beg plastik kuning berisi 6 biji kuih itu kepada Nora.

"Adik agak pukul berapa makcik start buat kuih tu?" tanya makcik itu.

"Tengahari, dalam jam 11 macam tu," agak Nora.

"Makcik buat seorang, dari pukul 10 pagi," jawab Makcik tu. "Dalam pukul 3.30 dah kena siap semua, pukul 4 makcik dah ada dekat sini bukak gerai, selalunya dalam 6.30 makcik dah kena tutup, sebab anak-anak nak balik sekolah," beritahu makcik itu.

"Sekarang pukul berapa ni dik?" tanya makcik itu lagi kepada Nora.

"5 suku," jawab Nora.

"Adik pelanggan kedua makcik hari ni," jawab makcik itu. "Berapa ringgit makcik untung jualan atas adik? RM1, RM1.20."

Nora diam sahaja.

"Berapa biji kuih pelanggan pertama makcik beli tadi? Tiga," kata makcik itu sambil mengangkat jari. "Katalah makcik untung dengan dia RM1.00. Dari jam 10 pagi sampai sekarang, makcik baru untung RM2.20."

Tak pernah Nora terfikir semua itu sebelum ini.

"Dulu makcik jual goreng pisang, yang tu untung dia banyak sikit, tapi lepas anak makcik dah masuk sambung belajar, makcik tak larat nak buat," beritahu makcik tu. "Tu kuih ketayap yang adik beli tu, berapa lama adik rasa satu biji kuih tu nak siap?"

"Sejam lebih," agak Nora lagi. "Nampak macam leceh nak membuatnya tu. Maaf makcik, saya nak tanya, kalau tak untung, kenapa makcik meniaga?"

Makcik itu merenung muka Nora.

"Sebab ada ramai orang Melayu nak makan kuih Melayu, kalau makcik tak meniaga, siapa lagi yang nak meniaga kuih Melayu," jawab makcik itu. "Makcik suka meniaga. Lagipun makcik bukan pandai buat benda lain dah sebenarnya. "

Makcik itu menyusun bekas-bekas kuih yang ada, "tapi maaflah dik takut adik terasa, makcik nak kata, orang Melayu kita sekarang ni pelik dik."

Nora terdiam tertanya-tanya. "Pelik macam mana tu Cik?"

"Orang kita makan donut sebijik RM3 tak apa, sushi sebijik RM2 tak apa, tapi bila cerita pasal kuih tepi jalan, 50 sen sebiji, mahal," Makcik itu senyum.

Nora terdiam lagi.

"Adik pernah cuba buat kuih orang kita?" tanya makcik itu tiba-tiba.

"Tak pernah lagi, kuih bahulu ada la saya cuba buat masa raya dulu," jawab Nora.

"Berapa sen adik rasa berbaloi nak jual kuih bahulu sebiji yang adik buat dari mula sampai siap?" tanya makcik tu.

Nora hanya diam. Terkenang penat dan lenguh tangannya memukul telur.

"Pada makcik, tak apa makcik untung sikit, makcik cukup makan, sebab makcik tau, ada ramai orang kat luar sana yang macam adik, nak makan kuih orang kita. Pada makcik, ni semua sumbangan makcik pada anak-anak jugalah," kata makcik itu. "Tapi makcik sedih tengok orang kita, yang dah tak peduli nak jaga apa yang kita ada."

Nora diam sahaja mendengar. Dia hanya merenung melihat makcik itu meneguk sedikit air kosong dari botol air berkarbonat yang dibawa.

"Makcik orang Melayu. Makcik boleh meniaga sushi ke, dorayaki ke, harga pun sebijik 2 ringgit, jual 10 dah macam untung makcik sehari, barang pun ambik dari pembekal, tak perlu renyah-renyah buat semua," kata makcik tu.

"Tapi dik, kalau makcik buat macam tu, siapa lagi nak jual kuih-kuih ni dekat adik?" tanya makcik tu.

"Kalau makcik mati nanti, anak-anak makcik semua dah tak mau buat kuih. Yang perempuan pun tak minat nak belajar macam mana, nanti-nanti takkan la semua orang Melayu nak makan sushi dengan donut aje hari-hari?" Makcik itu menghulurkan duit RM3 semula kepada Nora.

"Eh, makcik, ni kan duit kuih saya," kata Nora.

"Makcik tak nak duit kau dik, makcik sedekah. Tiap-tiap orang yang beli kuih dengan makcik dan dia kata mahal, makcik bagi balik duit kat dia dan makcik sedekahkan," jawab makcik itu.

"Kenapa pula makcik?" tanya Nora kehairanan.

"Sebab kalau orang Melayu tak nak tolong orang Melayu yang tak mampu, tak ada orang lain lagi yang akan tolong orang kita," jawab makcik itu.

"Saya mampu makcik," balas Nora.

"50 sen sebiji adik kata mahal, tak mampu lah tu," kata makcik itu tersenyum, ikhlas.

KESIMPULAN DARI PERBUALAN ATAS

# kalau rasa 50sen tu mahal jangan beli
# kek secrect resepi murah je boleh beli
# jangan bantu orang susah
# bantu orang senang
# harga berpatutan dah jangan pertikai
# tolong hargai susah payah orang yg buat
# cuba buat sendiri agak2 dpt ke seketul 20sen
# agak2 faham ke
# beli kt pasaraya tak minta kurang pun.
# saja cari pasal
# dah murah nak murah lagi
# please la fikir dan nilaikan
# pergi la cari yg paling murah kalau dpt.
# jual harga standard pun minta kurang melampau2

Tahniah !
Kerana baca keseluruhan kisah ini.
Ambillah kisah ini sebagai perkara yg postif dan jadikan ianya iktibar utk lebih mengargai orang lain serta janganlah berkira tentang tentang rezeki.

Adakah anda sudi sedekahkan kpd kami 2 biji karipap?

Fikirkan wahai melayu ;)
#melayusejati🌹
Kejadian di Kulim Kedah
#Klik dan #Like Page kami ya
Jangan ikut sikap Nora 😊

#c&p kisah tauladan.
#GambarSekadarHiasan
Is Malay bankrup yet?

Cake salesman chat with a young Malay girl in a career, I'm just earning it 🌹

′′ Auntie, give this cake 2, this is 3," says Nora.

′′ I don't want to add another one to give enough three ringgit?" ask the aunt.

′′ 50 cents a cake? Why is this so expensive miss?" ask Nora in a match. ′′ Well, I added another piece."

The auntie pinched the pink layered the pink layer and put it in white plastic, then put it into a small plastic yellow color.

′′ Even 50 cents a piece, luckily it's not a lot bro," that aunt replied.

′′ Is this right miss?" asked Nora again.

′′ As much as I sell 50 cents. Fortunately 20 cents at least, 30 cents, that's even after just rejecting the cost of the material. Time cost, crunchy cost for cakes, electric cost, all of them are not even good at counting," answer to aunt.

The auntie hand out a yellow plastic bag containing 6 of those cakes to Nora.

′′ What time did you start making the cakes?" asked the aunt.

′′ At noon, at 11 o'clock," I guess Nora.

′′ Aunty made one, from 10 am," replied that Aunt. ′′ At 3.30 already have to be done, at 4 aunts are here and open the stall, often in 6.30 aunts have to close, because kids are going back to school," tell the aunt.

′′ What time is it sis?" ask Nora again.

′′ 5 tribes," Nora replied.

′′ My second customer's sister today," answered the aunt. ′′ How many ringgit do you profit to sell your younger sibling? RM1, RM1. 20."

Nora just shut up.

′′ How many cakes for the first customer to buy just now? Three," said the aunt while lifting her fingers. ′′ You said that I'm lucky with him RM1. 00. From 10 am until now, I've just earned RM2. 20."

Nora never thought of all that before.

′′ I used to sell banana fried, that's why I have a lot of profit, but after my child has continued to learn, I can't do it," tell the aunt. ′′ That's the kuih kuih that brother bought, how long did you feel that one piece of cake will be finished?"

′′ Over an hour," kinda Nora. ′′ Looks like it's a mess to make it. Sorry aunty, I want to ask, if it's not profitable, why do I do business?"

The aunt is staring at Nora's face.

′′ Because there are many Malays who want to eat Malay cakes, if I don't do business, who else wants to do Malay cakes," answer that aunt. ′′ I like to do business. I'm not good at doing anything else anyway. ′′

The aunt is arranging the ex-cake, ′′ but I'm sorry if I'm afraid that I'm afraid that I'll say, our Malays are weird now."

Nora is speechless wondering. ′′ How weird is that Miss?"

′′ People we eat donuts for RM3, it's okay, sushi just RM2 is okay, but when we talk about the roadside cakes, 50 cents a piece, expensive," The aunt is smiling.

Nora is quiet again.

′′ I have tried to make our people's cakes?" asked that aunt suddenly.

′′ Never again, bahulu kuih bahulu I'm trying to make it during the festive season," Nora replied.

′′ How many cents do you feel it's worth selling bahulu kuih bahulu a piece that you made from the start to finish?" asked the aunt.

Nora is just quiet. Reminiscing the tiredness and tired of his hand hit the egg.

′′ For aunty, it's okay, I'll profit a little bit, I'll eat enough, because I know, there are many people out there who are like siblings, want to eat our people's cakes. To aunty, this is all aunty's contributions to the children too," said the aunt. ′′ But I'm sad to see our people, who don't care about what we have."

Nora is just quiet listening. She just stared at seeing the aunt sulking some empty water from the carbonated water bottle that was brought in.

′′ Malay aunt. Auntie can do sushi or dorayaki or dorayaki, price is 2 ringgit, selling 10 is like a day profit, even the items are taken from suppliers, no need to be crunchy for all," said that.

′′ But if I do that, who else would sell this cake to my younger brother?" asked the aunt.

′′ If I die later, all my children won't make cakes. Those women don't even want to learn how to learn, all Malay people won't eat sushi with donuts only everyday?" That aunt will give them RM3 money back to Nora.

′′ Eh, auntie, this is my cake money," says Nora.

′′ I don't want your money, aunty alms. Every person who buys cakes from aunt and she says it's expensive, I give back money to her and aunt," answer that aunt.

′′ Why did I?" ask Nora's happiness.

′′ Because if the Malay people don't want to help the Malays who can't afford, no one else will help us," the aunt answered.

′′ I can afford auntie," reply Nora.

′′ 50 cents a little brother says expensive, can't afford it," said that the aunt is smiling sincerely.

STARTING FROM THE UPDATE

#if you think 50 cents is expensive don't buy
#kek secrect cake cheap recipe can buy
#don't help hard people
#help happy people
#affordable price don't fight
#please appreciate the hardship of the people who make it
#try to make it yourself think I can get 20 cents
#do you think you understand
#buy at the market not asking for anything.
#just looking for about it
#it's cheap to be cheaper
#please think and rate
#go find the cheapest one if you get it.
#selling standard prices even ask for less

Congratulations!
Because read the whole story.
Take this story as a postive thing and make it a follow to appreciate others more and don't think about sustenance.

Would you give us 2 curry puffs?

Think about it, Malay ;)
#melayusejati🌹
The incident in Kulim Kedah
#Click and #Like our Page ya
Don't follow Nora's attitude 😊

#c & p tale of paradise.
#GambarSekadarHiasanTranslated

#尋人啟事
#胡湘荷妳在哪裡

我的母親已八十歲，
疫情期間，
母親常在電話跟我聊一些過去的事情，
母親的記憶力非常好，
從她十歲開始到現在，
她幾乎能記得所有的事情。

當然，
她記的幾乎都是些令人心碎的事。

就像她的妹妹＿
我的小阿姨，
跟她失聯了四十三年的事，
一直讓母親忘不了。

小阿姨屬猴，
64歲、
1956年出生。
大約1977年離開緬甸，
去到泰國投靠大舅，
又輾轉在1978年左右去了加拿大。
之後，
就失去了聯絡。

自從有網路以來，
我就幫忙母親在各種尋人版上刊登過尋人啟事，
但都沒有下文。
可能是刊登的資訊不齊全。

四十三年前，
小阿姨從緬甸到泰國又到加拿大，
可能證件、姓名等都跟原本的不一樣了。

近期，
與我母親通話，
母親又提到失聯的小阿姨。
她叮嚀我們是否能幫忙她再找找看。

母親今年八十歲，
她很想知道她的小妹，
是否還活在這世界上？

附上母親說的話，
她讓我公佈在網路上。

希望有緣，
我的小阿姨能看到。

Midi 於永和
2020 April 12

#胡湘荷
#尋人

胡湘荷，妳在哪裡？

阿湘，
我是妳的二姐胡明珠。
我們分別有好長一段時間了。

妳離開緬甸時，
我二兒子才剛出生，
都還不滿一個月，
妳來看他時，
還說：
「他的臉白白的，
是不是我給他擦粉？」
現在，
我二兒子四十三歲，
我呢，
已經快滿八十二歲，
八十多歲，
是老人了。

人家說，
人愈老記性愈差，
我是相反，
我的記性反倒是愈老愈好。
但是，我能記住的，
都是些傷心的事情。

也許，
我們這代人，
也沒有什麼快樂的事情可以記住。
就像妳的離開，
我們從此失去聯絡，
想起妳，
就讓我難過。

妳還活著嗎？
我想妳會活得好好的。
妳有幾個小娃了？
過得怎麼樣呢？

四十三年前，
妳離開腊戌時，
妳還在腊戌漢人學校唸書。

有天放學，
我去攔住妳，
跟妳說：
「妳以後每天下課後就來我家吃飯，
別去大姐家吃了…」
妳說：「好」。
妳也就跟著我到我家吃飯了。

我還記得，
妳才剛坐下，
我不知怎麼搞的，
就說了那些話。

我說：
「大姐讓妳以後來我這裡吃飯，
別去她家吃了，
讓妳三姐去她家吃，
妳三姐不挑嘴，
妳比較挑嘴…」。

這些話，
是大姐跟我說的，
我當時太懵，
太老實，
我也不曉得，
為什麼要說這些大姐講的話？
為什麼要講給妳聽？

我完全，
沒有擔待不了妳的意思呀。
不管多窮，
姐妹間互相照顧都是應該的，
我轉述大姐說妳的那些話，
是沒有任何理由的，
就是我以為是姐妹之間的聊天，
講出來而已。

我那時候過得很困難，
養著六個小娃，
病死了兩個。
但是，
照顧自己的妹妹是天經地義的。

那天，
我邊說就邊到廚房去炒菜，
難得妳來這裡吃飯，
總要多一樣什麼菜才行。

我炒完菜端著出來，
妳就不見了。

當時，
房東許老嬤嬤還在場，
她說，
「我轉進廚房，
妳就站起來走了…」

我那時才發覺；
我講錯話了。

妳這麼敏感的人呀！

我一路追著妳，
追到大水塘路上＿
到妳跟妳三姐住的地方，
妳正在哭。
妳正在哭著跟妳三姐吵架，
妳跟妳三姐說：
「二哥寄來的錢分來…」
妳三姐不敢應妳，
在旁沉默著。
這筆妳要的錢，
確實是妳二哥寄來給妳們兩姐妹的生活費。

那時，
媽媽剛去世不久，
大哥人去了泰國；
在泰國北部滿堂安了家，
家裡所有的兄弟陸續去了泰國。
而爸爸因為沒身份證在貴概被移民局抓住，
送到仰光坐滿九年牢，
緬甸政府正打算著把他送到台灣去的時候…

那天，
我看著妳哭，
我就明白了妳的心情。

妳三姐在準備跟她愛人私奔，
在腊戌妳也只有大姐、我和妳三姐了。

我和大姐早結婚，
各自已有有家庭。
如今妳三姐又要嫁人，
大哥他們又遠在泰國，
母親去世，
父親坐牢。
妳接下來就要孤苦零丁的一個人生存了。

一個十八歲的女孩。
我知道妳的害怕和難過。

那天，
看著妳哭，
我很後悔把大姐說的話講出來。

妳應該了解我的。
我一直都盡力照顧我的家人，
當時從雲南背著妳逃難到緬甸邊境，
背了一天一夜。
我都是自願的。

妳記得嗎？
妳到腊戌讀書時，
很想要一條件仔褲，
那時許多人都買不起，
我還是費盡力氣買給妳。
妳知道我是心疼妳的。

妳離開腊戌的那天，
妳說妳要去泰國了。
臨走時，
我拿了300塊錢給妳，
妳知道嗎？
那時候我拿出300塊錢緬幣是到處借來的錢呀。

阿湘，
我知道妳一直都在受苦，
去到泰國，
大嫂可能待不得妳，
妳二哥、三哥他們當時也沒能力照顧妳，
妳在泰國又沒有合法的身份；
哪可能有其它去處。

最後妳選擇結婚，
我想也只是為了解脫這些難過的生活罷了。

之後，
就聽說妳嫁了人，
跟著丈夫家去了加拿大。

之後，
我就再也就打聽不到妳的下落了。

我們最後的連繫，
停留在泰國北部滿堂，
或是停留在泰緬邊境美賽，
我都有些記不得了。

那時，
聽說妳從大哥家跑出來了？
又聽說妳去暫住在一對老年夫妻的家裡？
這些，
都是後來傳到腊戌的消息了。

妳去加拿大前，
還寄來給我和大姐和妳三姐每個人一件衣裳布、
一條籠基。
三份禮物裡夾著三張白紙，
寫著：「大姐的、二姐的、三姐的…」。
我還記得，
那是託「義號佛堂」楊前人帶來的禮物。

那條籠基到現在我還留著＿
孔雀花紋的。

阿湘，
我這個作二姐的也羞愧妳了。
當時，
聽到這些關於妳的困難的消息，
只能每天想念著，
想到傷心，
我沒有任何能力。

那時，
我是，
連從緬甸腊戌到泰國邊境的車票都買不起呀。
當時我養著這麼多小娃，
吃一口飯都難。

阿湘，
現在講這些都只是回憶了，
都是我們老人家的回憶，
都不重要了。

那為什麼還要講這些呢？
就是，
為了，
想讓妳看到，
看到這些我說的話，
證實，
我是妳的二姐而已。
想讓妳知道，
我一直在找妳。

我活到八十歲，
夠了，
人活這麼老沒什麼意思，
都盡是傷心的事情。

我不知哪天會死去。
但如果可能的話，
在死去之前，
能讓我知道一下妳的消息。

我想知道，
妳在哪裡？
我想知道，
妳還活著嗎？

阿湘，
爸爸十幾年前已經去世，
大哥六年前去世，
連大姐，
前年也不在世上了。

妳二哥；
他住在泰國山邊荒地裡，
幫人家看田地，
過得不是很好，
但也不用擔心，
我在泰國的二兒子和大姑娘時常會去照顧他。

妳三哥，
講到也是讓我難過呀。

他大前年腦出血，
去醫院醫好了，
但醫好後，
很奇怪，
突然忘記了漢人話，
只會講泰國話。
後來不久，
他就偷偷上吊自殺了。

你說，
我們兄弟姐妹這是什麼樣的命運呢？

阿湘，
我們家沒剩下什麼人了，
妳三姐、妳四哥還在泰國。
還有我，
我還活著。
我還在緬甸，在腊戌。

除了妳，
我們一家人也就剩下這三個人了。

阿湘，
我們已經分別已四十三年，
妳也有六十多歲了吧？
我很想知道，
妳在哪裡？
妳還活著嗎？

如果有緣，
妳看到這信，
就回我一下吧。

妳的二姐胡明珠，
日日夜夜，
在等妳的消息。

二姐胡明珠　於緬甸腊戌
2020 年4月11日
姪Midi代筆

找人信箱：humingju1638@gmail.com

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#notice for a missing person

translated by Jane Lin
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Where are you, Hu Shine-Ho?

Ah-Shine,
This is your 2nd sister, Hu Ming-Ju. It has been a long time since we last saw each other. When you left Burma, my 2nd son was not even one-month-old. You asked why he was so fair-skinned? Had I put powder on his face? Now, he is 43 and I am almost 82.

Eighty something...I am indeed an old woman! People say that you lose your memory as you age. I am quite the opposite. The older I get, the better I remember! But, what I remember is nothing but sadness. Perhaps, our generation just doesn't have much happiness. Like you leaving home, we losing contact forever…. The thought of you puts me in such despair. Are you still alive? I imagine you living a good life?!! How many children? How are you?

Forty-three years ago, you were still a student at Chinese High School in Lashio. One day after school, I went to intercept you, "From now on, come to my home after school. Don't go to 1st sister's for dinner anymore." You said, "OK" and followed me home.

I still remember clearly that you had just sat down and I said, "The first sister asks that you come to me for dinner. She will take 3rd sister who's easy-going, not like you, a picky eater." I don't know what possessed me that day? Why I had to tell you what 1st sister had to say? Was I too naive? Too honest? Too stupid? I had absolutely no intension not to take care of you - we are sisters!!!! We have to care for each other, no matter how poor we are!!! The first sister's words just came out as a casual chat between sisters. Nothing more!

Life was tough for me at the time. Diseases took away two of my six children. But that didn't mean I would ignore my God-given responsibility as your elder sister. Without realizing the impact of my "casual chat", I went into the kitchen wondering what additional dish I could come up with for your first dinner with us. When I came out with the dishes, you were already gone! According to our landlady, Granny Hsu, you just got up and left as soon as I was out of sight. Only then did I realize my stupid mistake and how sensitive you were! Immediately, I ran after you, all the way to Big Pond Road where you and 3rd sister stayed. You were crying, asking 3rd sister for the money that 2nd brother sent. 3rd sister just kept quiet.

Indeed! The money that you demanded from 3rd sister was to cover living expenses for both of you. At that time, Mother had already passed away. The first brother went to Thailand, had already settled his own family in Pong Ngam. All the brothers followed suit. Father got caught in Kutkai by the immigration for not having an I.D. and had been in prison in Rangoon for 9 years. The Burmese government was just about to send him to Taiwan…. That day, while watching you cry, I understood how you felt. The third sister was getting ready to run away with her lover and both 1st sister and I were married young with our own families to deal with. As an 18-year-old with no mother, a father in prison, you must have felt all alone, sad and very scared.

I was filled with regrets watching you that day. But, please understand that I have always tried my best to take care of my family. When we escaped from Yunnan to Burma as refugees, I carried you on my back all day and all night without any complaints. When you went to Lashio for school, you wanted a pair of jeans so badly, remember? It was such a luxury that most people could not afford. Yet, I gathered all my might to get you a pair. You know I always have a soft spot for you, don't you? The day you were leaving Lashio for Thailand, do you know how many places I had to try to gather 300 Burmese kyats for you???

Ah-Shine, I know it was a huge struggle for you in Thailand. It's impossible that 1st sister-in-law would put you up. Second and 3rd brothers were in no position to help you….. I suppose you were pushed into marriage, just to end this desperate situation. Last I heard, you moved to Canada with your husband. From that point onward, in spite of all the efforts, I just couldn't find any trace of your whereabouts.

Our last contact stopped at Pong Ngam, Thailand. Or, was it MaeSai? I can't quite remember now. The news came to Lashio that you had run away from 1st brother's home. Later, you were temporarily staying with an older couple….

Before leaving for Canada, you sent, via Abbott Yang of the Yi Buddhist Hall, a package for us - each gift had a piece of dress fabric and a longyi, clearly labeled on a piece of white paper: "for 1st sister," "for 2nd sister," "for 3rd sister." I still have that longyi, with a peacock pattern, after all these years!

Ah-Shine, I feel deeply embarrassed to be your elder sister. Upon hearing the challenges that you had to face at the time, I could do nothing but worrying and feeling sad. I couldn't even afford the bus fare from Lashio to the Thai border. I barely managed to feed my own children!
Ah-Shine, What's the use of talking about these old memories? These sad memories of us old people have no importance but to serve to show you that I am indeed your 2nd sister.… that I have been looking for you all these years.

To live in my eighties is more than enough for me. It's not much fun to live this long - just a lifetime of sadness. I have no idea when I will die and I don't really care. I just wish that I could hear from/about you before I leave this world. I want to know where you are. I want to know if you are still alive.

Ah-Shine, Father passed away more than a decade ago. The first brother left us 6 years ago, so did the first sister 3 years ago. The second brother works as a field caretaker in a remote Thai mountainside. It's not a good life, but both my 2nd son and first daughter are also in Thailand; can visit and take care of him often. The saddest is our 3rd brother. He had a stroke 3 years ago. After recovery, he suddenly forgot his Chinese, could only speak in Thai. Not long after, he hanged himself! Please tell me what kind of fate has been bestowed on our siblings??? What is the meaning of life???
Ah-Shine, There aren't that many of us left, only 3rd sister and 4th brother in Thailand and me still in Burma. In Lashio.

Ah-Shine, We have been apart for 43 years. You should be in your 60s by now. I really would like to know if you are still alive and where you live. God willing, you will see this letter and reply!!! (humingju1638@gmail.com)

Waiting to hear from you, day and night!

Second sister, Hu Ming-Ju
Lashio, Myanmar
April 11. 2020