New Year's Eve Hi-Tea with Papa
The soft background music, punctuated by chattering murmurs, set the dining hall in the right mood. I looked across the table and saw Papa looking out the window in a trance-like state, his lower lip involuntarily quivering. Mama, full from eating, pecked at the small dollop of mousse on her plate with a fork. The spread of food at the hi-tea did not appeal to Papa. He enjoyed the atmosphere more than he did the food. His Parkinson's disease had taken a turn for the worse. Two weeks prior, Ah Hui had told the doctor to change his medication but Papa's high creatinine level had rendered it unlikely for the doctor to meet her wish. The illness had made him age drastically, and deprived him of his good looks and alertness. He easily gave one the impression of being dazed, as if a punch had been given between his eyes. Ah Hui was trying to make Papa eat more desserts, but he refused with a languid shake of his head. At last she pushed a spoo...