Living mean you need to accept something that could happen unexpected. I have raised in a medium-low income family with father is a teacher, mother is a farmer and I have 4 sisters and brother.
Since I was born, I rarely to have a fancy life like some of you here had. As a farmer, my mother worked really hard to assure that her children got educated and no child will left behind those education curtain. She worked without thinking night or day or even no holiday for her.
To show the respect and the efforts that she contributed, we are children, we try to study really hard without any extra demand. I used to spend 7500 riel per week for both study and everyday life assurance. I rode a bike 10km a day to school and spent nearly 12 hours at school. I never tasted good food, all I had was grilled fish and cold-white rice which I cooked and packed it myself. That was my childhood life look like.
Since such a little boy until was 18 years old, I stay with my 2nd big sister. My sister was a teacher, she was so kind, but she was not an easy sister to understand then. Sometime she shouted at me, sometime she fought with me. But I never felt any guilty because I knew, to live with each other we need to live in that way better than not saying anything then the problems becoming bigger and bigger.
In 2002, I left my mother, my beloved sisters and brother to Hanoi, Vietnam for a 6-year university study. In 2009, I came back but I wasn’t spent enough time with them because I need to continue my journey by started my career. I always go to visit them on any occasions such as Holidays or new year. We was so happy, everyone was smiling and laughing. We had party, drank some beers, dancing so on so forth.
But came to 2012, my 2nd big sister started to get her first symptom of her illness – diabetes. She treated but the disease was not controlled. Diabetes was there, she began to show another symptom – lung TB. Then the doctor started to treated with TB medication. During the Khmer New Year, I went to visit her and I brought her to emergency at Calmette Hospital, then went to IHC in Ho Chi Minh city, Vietnam. Then doctor said, ” your sister is diagnosed with Metastasis liver cancer. Nothing left we can do for her.” When I heard this news, I was like the whole sky is falling down on me. The sister that used to live with nearly the most of my life, the sister that used to motivated and help both in ideas, and financial is now leaving me without any returns. I felt hopeless and idealess. I just sit and try to smile in front of her face, tried to tell her that you’ll be alright sis while everything could happen to here without any expected.
One and a half month later after we came back from Ho Chi Minh city, she died with tears of her 4-young-daughter and four of sisters and brothers. Before she left, she told me her last words, “Sophea, brother, I need you promise me one thing, please taking a good care of my daughters, let them study and guide them to have good life. Please support them no matter what situation is. Promise me brother!” That’s the only thing I heard from her and I will never hear her sound again and forever.
Until now, each time I see my nieces’s faces, my tears are falling because they just remind me of what her mother told me to taking care of them. How could God treat a people like that? She just wanted to life and stay with her daughters, just want to see her daughters graduated, get married and she just wanted to see her grandchildren then. But those dreams will never becoming true, because everything disappeared. All I have now is just a memories which I will never forget until I die.
At this time, I just want to tell you each and everyone that, please love your families and do anything good for them as much as you can.
“SIS, I DO MISS YOU AND MISS YOU SO MUCH!”