The one who cares the most

I used to nag my mum not to be too harsh to Frankie, not to be too forcefully pushing him too much to remember and recall. Because to me, I think that, this is it, we must accept it, and all the emotion that we show to him will definitely be in vein. But when it comes to who cares about him the most, that must be her, Lina, my mum.

Last afternoon, my dad and I were weeding the messy grass that surrounds our house fence. To be honest, I don't quite like weeding, the grasses always make my legs unbearably itchy. So I called a halt immediately right after the we had done enough to have it looked clear and tidy in the side. But Frankie refused to stop, he continued the work to ensure that not a single grass was standing. I had no idea how to persuade him to stop, and I was craving to drink something so much, so I went back in the house first and rested, leaving him alone beside the concrete fence "trimming" weed. I sat and rested in a chair nearby where he was to make sure that I could hear what he said, but he was out of my sight.

My mum was in the kitchen at the moment, doing her cook, warning me that I should not ever leave him alone. I replied impatiently to her that I was close enough to notice if he make any sound. she shook her head and went back to kitchen.

Suddenly, Frankie made a shout, the sound of the shout was diluted by the music that I was listening. It drew my attention. When I was just about to get up to check on him, my mum popped her head out of the ajar kitchen door said worriedly and unsatisfactorily " Go and see what happen? You can't let him stay there alone." I obeyed and went out.

From this incident, it tells me that, she is still the one who is truly and genuinely cares for him, despite all the shouting and yelling and nagging she has done to him and all the temper she is showing him. I respect her so much in this aspect. And for this reason I can understand her attitude towards him. There was once she told me that if she hasn't pushed him this hard and being this harsh on him, coercing him to train his brain and his memorizing ability, he could have been worse, he could have forgotten all his family members, even his children, if my mum never insisted to force him to recall all the names of his family members. I was dumbfounded, and agreed with her. She was not harsh to him all the time, usually she is considerate and tender to him, she just broke out whenever she heard him forget something very simple.  

I am the only one who doesn't show tantrum at him, the most patient to him. I guess he feels most comfortable hanging around with me. And he remember me well and occasionally says I am so good to him. So I guess, my mum should continue to play the role of forcing him to train his brain, and as for me, continue to be the playmate and be the one who cherish his life. You see, even for someone like him, life should have sweetness and bitterness.