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On February 5th, my son had a check-up with his anesthetic doctor for his upcoming surgery. After the appointment, we decided to take a walk from the hospital to the parking lot, then head out for lunch before making our way home. As we walked, something caught our attention. We spotted a shop with a vibrant lion dance performance in front of it. The shop had just opened, and it was a drinks store. My four-year-old son was so excited; it was his very first time experiencing a lion dance, and it was happening right in front of him. His face lit up with amazement as he watched the dancers, their bright costumes and rhythmic movements capturing his attention completely. He had never seen anything like this before, and the wonder in his eyes was unforgettable.
After the lion dance, we continued on our journey to have lunch. My son was quite hungry, and as we made our way to an Indian restaurant, I noticed that he was already thinking about his favorite foods. He’s a picky eater, so his choice was simple but always a winner – white rice with Indian-style fried chicken and curry, which he always refers to as "sauce." It’s funny how specific his preferences are, but at least I don’t have to wonder what he’ll want to eat! Once we finished our lunch, we walked back to our car in the parking lot. It’s something I’ve come to appreciate about Malaysia – despite the rapid growth and new buildings popping up everywhere, there is a real effort to preserve the trees, especially the older ones. It’s a beautiful balance between modern development and nature, and I couldn’t help but notice how the city does its best to hold on to the greenery.
I decided to write down this story, even though it’s a little late. The memory isn’t just important for me, but for my son. You see, at this time, he wasn’t able to walk yet. That Wednesday, he had his first real experience of exploring and discovering the world through walking. But just a few days after that, he went in for surgery because of a dislocated bone. The story of that day – when he first saw the lion dance – has now become a precious memory for him, and something he’ll look back on once he’s fully recovered.
Even though it’s been a few weeks, my son still talks about that day and how much fun he had. He’s looking forward to when he’ll be well enough to go for more walks and adventures. This past Monday, we went back to the doctor for a follow-up appointment, and I was so happy to see that my son is recovering well. The doctor even gave me a high five, congratulating us on his progress. It’s a relief to know that the surgery went smoothly, and with just two or three more months, he’ll be out of the cast. For me, as a mother, that Wednesday is a moment I will always cherish. The memories of watching my son experience his first lion dance, then walk to lunch, will stay with me forever. Now, I have no worries about his recovery, just a lot of hope for the future, knowing that soon we’ll be walking together again, discovering more of the world around us.
