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This movie hit a little too close to home for me and i believe for many viewers from Asian backgrounds who were raised by their grandparents (for those of you like me, that box of tissues is gonna be more essential than a popcorn). This movie reminded me of my own grandmother's passing and her relationship with her children and grandchildren in those years. She was bedridden for many years before her passing and unlike the main character, was speech impaired, so this movie brought a voice to her experience, a voice i never got to hear.

In a similar way, she also bequeathed most of her wealth to her sons although the persons who cared for her most and whom she trusted most were her daughters, because as a parent she worried most about her sons and wanted to ensure that they were self-sufficient, While her actions may have been interpreted as unfair, to her, this was the best decision she could make to have a peace of mind. And she made the decision knowing her daughters may feel betrayed and she may be hated. She was also "passed around" relatives who agreed to care for her often with the hidden agenda of gaining her favour or benefiting from the situation. And because of her speech impairment, I believe there was much she must've wanted to say that she couldn't. The character 'Ahma' finally gave a voice to my grandmother for me.

Seeing such a personal experience portrayed in a work of fiction pained me but at the same time it provided me some form of cathartic relief, particularly the scene in the kitchen between mother and daughter where Ahma tried to comfort her daughter and convey her love despite it all. Parents believe that they love their children to the best of their ability and it's difficult to judge what's right and what isn't. The character designs were well thought out; Mui was a perfect counterfoil to the ML, logical, shrewd and goal-driven while M was more emotionally-driven and struggled with his conscience, his intentions evolving from being driven by self-serving needs to filial piety, love and respect. And Ahma was too real, vulnerable and strong, filled with loneliness that she forced herself to get used to because she feared burdening her children, and giving even when she was left with nothing else to give. Never blaming her children or grandchildren for their actions, and quietly loving them in her own ways, even if they couldn't understand.