
Pic courtesy of Mathew Ong
It is ching ming season again. Ching Ming is the Chinese equivalent of All-Souls Day. The descendants gather to clean the graves, offer offerings to the departed and basically remember, mourn for those who are no longer with us and at the same time perpetuate reverence for older people. We did what we had to do this morning. As usual there were a lot of cars and some people took the opportunity to set up temporary stalls selling flowers.
Benghui: Mummy, why do you look so sad?
Mummy: Ching Ming is a time to remember those who have gone.
Benghui: Where have they gone?
Mummy: Heaven.
Benghui: Oh, like my goldfish last year? Next time daddy and you die, I go and ching ming you too?
Mummy: If you want to, yes.
Benghui: What are the people burning?
Mummy: Money for the loved ones who have died.
BengHui: I know now. When you die, you will leave the money for me? You want me to burn the money for you?
Honestly, sometimes I think this kid is not so silly or innocent as he makes himself to be.


