My ahma, your ahma, they're both my ahmas...

I was watching the show They Kissed Again.

Got this scene, the male lead says.

Humans will grow old.
Their health will deteoriate, their actions will get slower.
But the emotions that humans can feel will never face retardation.

I can strongly feel it here siaz.

I see my ahma, I see the other old folks.
Their movements might be slow, they might have some illness here and there.
Some perhaps abit mentally challenged le.

But none of them is not pining for someone to visit them.

When I visit my ahma, some old folks will always be asking your granddaughter uhz?
Your son or daughter de?

I can feel joy from her when she answer them.

And when she keep telling me is okaez, forget it if so and so never visit her.
But I can feel she wished they did came.

It's like.
I wanna cry siaz.

And then when I
see my ahma eyes red.
Wah fuck, that's when I really feel like kicking balls and slapping people.

Alee, I can never get over how you stood my ahma and I up.
I know for once, you tried to make up to me by suggesting we visit her together.

But in the end, it was me reminding you again and again.

Have you ever treated her like your family?

Because honestly, I treated your grandma like mine.

I can never forget how your grandma peeled prawns for me, how she smiled at me, how she generously gave me angbao like I was already married to you, how she tried to strile convos with me despite language barrier.
I love her.

But you?
Lolz.
Suddenly, I am filled with disgust.