Today, I would like to share my grandma’s story and the amazing house that she lives in.
My grandma was born in 1925. So she is actually 88 this year, not 87.
The house that my family and I have been coming to since we left Singapore in 1993 has such an enriching history behind it.
My grandma worked for 20 years, sowing clothes, selling clothes, baking traditional kueh’s and cakes, selling the goods and much more until she could afford to buy this house in 1963. The house was $3 million Singapore dollars.
She had to wait until 1970, after the previous property was torn down and a new house was built, for her to move in with her family.
When asked if grandpa contributed to any of the costings, she shook her head vigorously and said a big “NO!” My grandpa never contributed anything to her and her children’s life. My grandmother literally raised her children under her own roof.
To this day, after a few renovations, the house is still standing. I am currently in one of the rooms, writing this blog. Throughout the years, many people have asked to buy this house because of its great location. But each time someone comes around, my grandmother shuts the gate in their faces.
This time when I came back, my grandma expressed her wish: for this house to only be passed down through blood, and never sold, so that we will always have a home to come back to.
I am so grateful for my 婆婆 who worked so hard to buy this house to provide for her family. She did not rely on her husband, she did not rely on her parents; she did this all herself. I only hope to become half the woman she was.
On another note, I bought a Canon EOS 650D. All the pictures on my blog will now be from my new baby:)
Thanks for reading!