Rendezvous
05 November 06 : 08.17 PM
My mom. My mom is superstitious. Not God-fearing, not religious, but can go as far as to believe in dreams where the dead speaks to her, and symbolic indicators that she believes, foreshadow something good or something bad.
For my mom, I can understand. She has always been irrational. Plus, she has the best reason to be. Last year, she was striking lottery every week or so. She dreams up the numbers. She sees them on car-plates. She says they're all intuitive.
"I feel like I'm going to win the lottery today. My left eyelid keeps twitching."
Or, "Ann cried. I'm going to miss the numbers", and she would. But she has always been a lucky person. She's luckier than most people I know, and these things you can tell. A previous domestic help told me that she must have been a very good woman her last life, because nobody is this lucky. She's lucky, she says it's in her hands, every fortune teller she has been to told her so.
Lately, she hasn't won anything. She says she doesn't feel it. So she doesn't buy as many numbers as she used to.
Today, relatives are over to play mahjong. My mom came home a little before dinner, and was told the winning numbers. They tell her the second and third prize were the exact same numbers, and they remember it because of how coincidental, how lucky, that was. And she bought the numbers. The fridge broke down twice. The second time long after the first, but it was significant to her because the refrigerator repairman came and she was awoken early for that. She bought the numbers off the receipt. But that's not all, she won consolation too, a number she had been dreaming of the past two weeks.
"I felt it the whole day. I knew I was going to win something," she says it, matter-of-factly, but still happy and excited about the prize money, although disappointed that it's not more.
My dad laughed at how ironic it was for him to say, before knowing that the person who won was his own wife, "Who is that lucky? No one can be that lucky".
My mom, the little woman who believes in such intangibles. Last night, I had Danii's laptop with me and I was in my room. My mom was at her own, in the living room, when she started talking to me on MSN messenger. I can't remember the flow of the conversation, but at one point, I said to her, "You're a strong woman."
Then she replied, "I hope I am" and sends me the picture of a dancing pig.