My Aunty Song-Ye
Mom at Alae Cemetery last weekend, in advance of Memorial Day, to pay respects to her older sister, Song-Ye, who died at age 6. Mom, nearly 2 years younger, recalls that she was a mischievous, rascal girl, unlike her big sister, who was a very good girl. Song-Ye, who had been in bed for several days with a sore throat, bade her sister to get their mother. No, I won't, Mom told the ailing sibling. But later Mom sought out her parent, who was busy. She told her second-oldest child that she would see Song-Ye after she was done feeding the pigs. Mom next remembers Grandma taking Song-Ye by bus to the doctor's office, carrying her daughter on her back. Then, Grandma spent many days, crying. Mom remembers that one day, she realized that Song-Ye wasn't with them. She asked her father. She went someplace very far, far away, he told her. Then Mom became the oldest child, because of Song-Ye's passing, and consequently assumed duties of caring and responsib...