The owner of the most beautiful apartment building in the whole city, the rich lady Daw Wai, is now heartbroken and waiting for the sunset of her life… I have to say that you are the world.
My grandmother’s name is Daw Wian… When I was young, I was a forest rich man who could live comfortably on a farm.. Around 30 years ago, his house was the most beautiful and the first house in my town…
I still remember that people from all over the city came to see the glass windows of her house.
The man is also a cold person, the kind who spends the whole day working on the farm and sitting in meditation and doesn’t say a word… He doesn’t love his children according to rules and regulations.
My mother is a cold person because my father is a cold person, so he goes on a rampage whenever he wants to.
Then one day Daw Wian’s husband, Ko Lu Aye Kyi, died.. The first year or two did not lose much ground. The son is an alcoholic. My daughter is a dealer, so I had to sell the farm
There, the son and daughter asked for the inheritance of Maa Gyi, who was standing there.. They were already staring at the house.
At first, I was going to the city where my son had my daughter.. Every time my clever son got drunk, he would feed my old mother with fistfuls of food.
Her daughter, Alyma, said that this old lady was crying because she worshiped the big Buddha at night, and every night during the dance, she asked the old mother to lay a mat under the kokko tree in the corner of the yard outside the house.
Because it’s winter, my sister-in-law was crippled for about 1 week and couldn’t walk anymore. This is the personal profile of Daw Wian, the grandmother…
When we saw him again, both of his eyes were already closed.. He came back to our hometown from a city where he had a son and a daughter.. With the help of a walker, he tied a small black package around his waist.
I was begging for rice from that person’s house. I was living in poverty with only a single meal from this person’s house.. One day, the people of the neighborhood assigned me to send Daw Wian, who was lying on the side of the road, to the nursing home..
We found a small nursing home that would be convenient for him, who is blind, unable to walk, old, and disabled, and we sent him to him.
When I arrived at the nursing home, I asked for permission from the patron monk and gave Daw Wai a place in the grandmother’s house.
In the crisp bed… an old yogi tmmi cloth, a dingy cloth, an empty and warm cloth, a plate, a small handkerchief rolled up… a total of five items came out..
When I asked what was in the handkerchief and kept it so reverently, when I looked at it… the photo of his son and daughter who tortured him all his life, who made his life a beggar’s life and made him helpless in the sunset, came out..
I was so moved by it..Mother’s love..Mother’s love..It’s so true that there are no words to describe it..I thought…he is already blind..I wonder if he will be able to see this photo if he keeps it..I think he will be able to see it.
We put the small items in the box and said goodbye to him before we went back. “Grandmother and daughter, come back…” “Aye..Aye..again…” When I turned around, grandma called me.
Without any reply, I continued sadly. Day after day, sitting on the bed of a nursing home, working, sleeping, waiting for the son and daughter who will never come…
Looking longingly at the photo of her son and daughter in a handkerchief with blinded eyes.. an old grandmother…waiting for the sunset of life… (Nay win aung)