i was at hukm’s cafe this morning.

no, not because i was doing a reccee on dr. syeikh muszaphar’s favorite spot, or getting to know what his favorite foods are, or trying to get in into his ‘inner circle’ there at the orthopedic department on the 1st floor. please. i’m not a psycho stalker. although i must admit, that dude is smoking hot. having said that, i still recalled an interview he did a couple of weeks back on tv, when he was still an angkasawan candidate. i was telling my other half, as long as the fella doesn’t open his mouth and speak, he looks cool & macho. but when he does speak … wtf? it reminds me of an aerosmith’s song entitled “dude (looks like a lady)”. only instead of “looks”, i would change it to “sounds”. the guy’s got a high pitched voice. a natural falsetto, i swear to u (or is it contralto?).

dr. syeikh

“nok, kalau mak buat album uols ingat laku tak?”

anyway, that’s not the story i wanted to tell. wat i wanted to say was that i saw this lovely family having their breakfast together in one corner of the cafe. they had a son who was a spastic diplegia. he had his dad, mom, sisters and a teenage brother with him. i’m assuming they had a doctor’s appointment that morning. the love the family gave the boy was really touching. they were all fussing over that boy. and it was infectious. my female colleague and i went over to say hello and as i was shaking the boy’s outstretched hand, he gurgled and cooed shyly at me. it was so touching to be able to spend a few minutes with him, and it made me feel good all day long.

it reminds me of a distant aunt of mine in a nearby kampung in suburban kl. she has this boy who is also a spastic diplegia and she has been caring for him for his whole 34 years of life in god’s great earth. and never once i’ve heard her complain. she would clean him, bath him, clothe him, feed him, push his wheelchair in the evening in her house compound and at night lulllaby him to sleep. with all her might, plus lots of love. all this while she also does the house chores, like cooking, cleaning, washing and all those stuff. makes u wonder about the old adage: a mom can take care of her offsprings, no matter what the number, or wat the circumstances are. but the children may not even be able to take care of their solitary mom in her old age.

to all you great moms and family members who give their all to care for their disabled children or siblings, i salute u. i pray that god wud reward u justly in the after life.