We were conversing in Cantonese, our usual form of communication. She was sulking about not being able to find her hair bun clip (she wears a trademark bun because she was a Ma Jie previously and has shu qi since, she's also our foster grandma, having adopted my mum since she was a toddler). So I helped her look for it and I found it.
She was still sulking adorably as she did her hair and grumbled about the wrong clip. She deliberately messed up her hair (dreams are always weird) and I helped her arrange it nicely. We talked. I was speaking fluent Cantonese as if I had been speaking it for ages. Truth is, ever since her passing more than 10 years ago, I hardly spoke the language. I miss her so much it hurts sometimes.
And this is the few times she has appeared in my dream. I'm so happy I don't think I can forget a single detail of our exchange.
It was a very beautiful dream and I remember every look, smile and lines on her face still.
I miss you ah ma. Hope to see you one day in heaven.
