Cousin Ya Ching was
one of those cousins you dreaded as a kid. My parents would always use her as a
yardstick to measure our performances in school and at home. I was secretly waiting
for this older cousin of mine to fall from grace, to make some silly mistake,
so that my parents could stop comparing us to her.
But it never happened, to my dismay.
Ya Ching grew into an
even more intelligent, soft-spoken, lovely and gracious lady. And of course my
parents never really stopped talking about her.
The Ya Ching I will remember is the candid Ya Ching with her infectious grin. I appreciate how she kept in touch with us, as we all grew older and got engulfed by our own busy lives. And I really appreciate how she reached out to my parents in their later years with such patience, sincerity, love and respect.
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