My mother - a nurturer of life

A mother’s love lives on in the hearts of her children, even after she is long gone.

MY mother was a simple woman. She grew up in the backwaters of Balik Pulau in Penang. She was a teenager when the Japanese occupied Malaya during World War II. Life was hard then. She had to stop schooling. Food was scarce and rationed. Tapioca became the staple together with whatever that could be cultivated.