Have you ever thought of how you'd be when you grow old? Stubborn and proud? Or mellow and supportive?

Brought grandma out for a morning of fun the other day. First we headed to her favourite prawn mee stall ( which I thought wasn't that fantastic at all ) before bringing her to Changi and East Coast beach in an attempt to take pictures of the oil spill. Since it was a failed attempt, we had plenty of extra time to spare and mother decided to check out Toa Payoh.

Toa Payoh was where grandma grew up after she migrated here from Malaysia. And you have absolutely no idea how incredibly naggy she was. She repeated... over and over and over again all her old stories of the past. How she had this good friend staying at this particular block. How they used to be so close. How they got her to be a nanny when they had a baby and how that friend passed away when he was only in his 30s. She could finish the story and start it all over again right after the final sentence ended.

I guess most old folks are like that. But it's just so much harder to be patient with your own family member. Strange, I know.

Grandma belongs to the stubborn and proud group. And I'm afraid of growing old like her. But even though I hate her favoritism and blame her for why this family is so dysfunc, sometimes I still find myself fearful for the day she dies.

What's going to happen then?