A Memory From... When I Was Just A Little Girl~~~

The chime of the bell from the ice-cream cart downstairs suddenly brought back some really fond memories.

I used to really look forward to these regular, yet unscheduled visits from the ice-cream cart.

Back then, whenever the ice-cream cart bell chimes, my beloved Grandma would call out to me in Hokkien "Ling ah! I-c-klim uncle lai liao! Ai jiak i-c-klim mai?"

And needless to say, my answer would always be a astounding "AI!" And she would give me 50 cents to buy the home-made mixed flavoured one on a cone, which you can hardly find nowadays.

It's been a long while since I tasted the same type of ice-cream. I don't think the same uncle comes around anymore, and most of the ice-cream carts I see today seem to be filled with commercialised Walls, or is it Magnolia, ice-cream, which they put on an equally commercialised-looking piece of wafer biscuit.

But I can still remember so vividly. How the cool, creamy ice-cream tasted. How Grandma smiled at me, the ends of her eyes crinkling with affection and amusement as she handed the money to her greedy little granddaughter, then standing guard at the kitchen window keeping a watchout as I ran downstairs, eager to get my ice-cream.

Sometimes, she would even ask me to get ice-creams and we would sit in front of the TV, and enjoy our dripping ice-creams together.

I miss her. The wise, strong and doting old lady who always had a ready smile for everyone.

May Peace And Joy Be With Her, My Dearest Ah Ma.