My mother is going away this weekend.

She’s travelling to Malaysia to visit her family. It will involve constant outings to eat and shopping trips and overloaded baggage with presents for the kids. She started packing for the trip about a three weeks ago.

She will see her two sisters. They are the only two sisters she has left with whom she grew up. Another two have already died: one from breast cancer many decades ago, the other from an aneurysm about a decade ago. This accounts for four sisters.

She comes from a family of five sisters.

One of the sisters was given away as a baby to my grandfather’s brother, whose family had no daughters. We didn’t find this out until we were in our late teens and, when she told us, I think my mother was a bit sad about it and always has been; she remembers her mother not wanting to do it.

It was only on a recent trip back to Malaysia, in the past couple of years, that she re-met this ‘given away’ sister. They hadn’t seen each other for many years. My mother took many photos. I wondered if they found anything familiar in each other.

I remember looking at the photos very closely, studying this woman’s face. My other aunties’ faces are so known to me, even though I don’t see them very often. I know them because of the constancy of their presence in our lives, and the 100s of photographs that my mother insists on collecting. I wish I could meet this unknown aunt and get to know the contours of her face. There would be no constancy, however, as we will never be in closer touch. We have no common past or, indeed, present.

It’s hardly the case that I feel bereft of a relationship that I never had; that would be melodramatic and dishonest.

Perhaps it’s because I’ve had all good memories of the aunties who are my mother’s sisters. They have always been immediately close even though we’ve lived in separate countries since 1977.


2 thoughts on “Aunts

  1. lea 05/08/2011 / 6:29 pm

    family is a v. v. interesting thing. my mother’s side is italian, so i’ve met heaps of cousins over my life time on that side. my father’s side comes from england (long ago) and wales (a couple of generations back). am sure there are cousins i know absolutely nothing of on that side ::shrugs::

    • Tseen Khoo 08/08/2011 / 12:56 am

      A second cousin of mine is thinking of undertaking a non-fiction writing project about long-lost cousins around the country, most of whom he has never met. I find the idea fascinating, but I’m not sure how the logistics of the thing will work out. I think some folks can be a bit too tied up in family and its meaningful-ness, which can be debilitating if circumstances aren’t ideal.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s