My mom, Mrs. Mei-Lan May Mah was a soft-spoken person. She was born in 1920 in the town of Toisan in Guangdong, China. She came from a rigorous teaching family. She described herself as a shy person. For that reason, when some of her brothers and sisters studied in the city or went overseas to pursue higher education, she was not one of them. She only attended the school her father built. With the help of her sixth oldest brother, she learned the art of caligraphy.
At school, her teachers and fellow classmates did not call her Mei-Lan, but used that same brother’s name instead because they said the both of them looked so much alike.
Her father loved horses, so whenever his children went looking for spouses, his priority would be to pick someone with the last name of Mah, symbolizing a horse’s strength and power.
One day, there came an elderly gentleman walking into Mei-Lan’s village, asking people whether they knew of a good girl who he could introduce to his son. The people told him Uncle Ming-Wan has a daughter at home. She is not too tall, not too short. She is not too chubby, not too skinny. She is just perfect. This elderly gentleman’s name happened to be Mah. There was nothing else about this man’s family that needed to be known. Both of them were 18. It was a match.
After the wedding, reality set in. Father-in-law’s younger wife was an authoritarian, whatever she said, everyone had to listen, including the older wife, who had no say whatsoever. During family gatherings with her own parents and other siblings, Mom was always the last one to show up because she had to work constantly to satisfy the younger wife’s demands. Through that stressful environment, Mom found time to help other wives write letters to their husbands overseas as well as her own husband who had left China for Canada.
Many years of hardship went by, we moved to Canton, then Macau, then Hong Kong. We settled at North Point, living on a second floor. One of Mom’s nieces lived on the main floor. The two of them, along with a distant aunt, would always go to Chun Yeung market together. Whenever one of them was absent, shop owners would ask, “What happened to the other one?”
This aunt had a daughter who had been introduced to a young fellow in Canada. They communicated through writing. The daughter could not write well, so the aunt would ask Mom and the niece to help her with the replies, which eventually lead to a marriage. Mom would never refuse someone asking for help.
Mom had a generous nature. So generous that some of her relatives thought that she was well-off, which was not the case. They would write to her that their roof was leaking, their windows and doors needed repairs, or their children needed tuition. Even though she only had enough for herself, Mom tried hard to save and send funds to help all of them.
Before we immigrated to Canada under the Family Reunification Policy, Mom’s niece already had 3 teenage children and another newborn baby boy. With the niece’s husband returning to Canada, Mom volunteered to wash their diapers and their clothes by hand for them. That lasted for 3 years until she left Hong Kong.
Arriving in Canada, to help pay the mortgage, Mom worked hard on an assembly line making car components until she retired.
After retirement, Mom started going to Church with me, where she joined the Fellowship Group and became a believer. She enjoyed participating in different Church activities. She was baptized on Easter 2000 and said in her witness speech that she wished she began following Jesus much earlier.
After becoming a Christian, Mom read the Bible daily. She would read from the Old Testament to the New Testament once every year, a process she enjoyed very much.
My mom was filled with joy and laughter whenever her 3 grandchildren visited her. She felt even more blessed when her great-grandchildren came along.
In 2013, Mom suffered a stroke that restricted her movement and caused her to stay home for much of the rest of her life. During those days, Sisters in Christ Mrs. Chan and Mrs. Ng, and Reverend So visited her numerous times, reading Bible verses with her. My Mom was very grateful for their kindness and love.
On April 15th, 2025, God took my Mom back into His loving arms. She will no longer suffer physically, but instead will be able to move freely in her spirit. For that we are thankful. We also have the bright hope that we will meet again someday in Heaven, this giving us strength and peace in our hearts.