In July, I took Ma to Paris; in June, after a trip to Tokyo, Fei gave Pa a handsome Japanese automatic watch.
Pa was so, so pleased with the watch. When someone asked him about it he would say, “It isn’t expensive, it’s a few hundred dollars.” But, yes, “it is quite elegant, Fei has made quite a clever choice”. He would beam and it was a look that though I had never seen before, I knew from an account of his early years. When he was four or five, Grandma would say, he liked to dress up and so, so loved to wear his little shirt with little golden buttons.
Watches and habits: I have known them to be important to him since I was little. And knowing his birth chart now, I know just how important they are to him – to the needs and wellbeing of the little boy inside. I look at my parents’ marriage though and it seems my father’s needs have been more than met. Wherever they go in the world they always stay in his comfort zone; he always gets his full hour of pre-dawn exercise, four glasses of water before breakfast and post-dinner fruit (pineapple, preferably); my mother always comes home exhausted. Between the sunrise-to-sunset package-tour itinerary and his morning routine (when he is up and about exercising she is up and about packing) she doesn’t get much sleep.
I look at her and at her chart – and I see the little girl inside. The girl who just wants to have fun. The girl who is tired of travelling with the old guy. The girl who, days after declaring she has travelled enough for the year, leafs through the tour ads again (“I’m just looking”).
When I was planning a trip to Paris I knew I had to take Ma. Just her. So it was a good thing that Fei gave Pa the watch. We didn’t even discuss it, Fei and I; we were just on the same wavelength.
