Lee Yu Ming had been working in the big city for several years when word reached her that her mother was weak and cried out to see her daughter every night. Reluctantly she rushed home, pulling her only son out of school. It would be her duty to step in and take over the care of her mother and the management of her old courtyards. As soon as Yu-Ming stepped over the threshold the same confidence that had driven her from it doors ten years ago now flooded back. It dawned on her in that moment that she had only been a mediocre business woman while in the city and that her son had not thrived as she had imagined he would. Some small glimmer of hope came over her.
~I am posting from Virgina, where I am taking care of my blind mother for awhile. But lest you think I painted this painting recently, I did not. I did it four or five years ago, for Lee Yu-Ming and her son Da ren who left my side at Bunnies By The Bay where we worked together until she returned to her family. It surprizes me how this painting has comforted me this week.