By Jin Yu Tian
VISITING my friend's new home, I found everything there brand-new except the bed in his parents' room, a glaring incongruity in the impressive residence. Yet the happy host was proud of it, declaring it the only item of his own decision against the interior designer's advice.
The old bed was his parents' purchase in the hardest times for the family. For decades, it had been where the household enjoyed their night's repose after a day's toil, either early in their thatched hut or later in their HDB flat. And that's where we've originated from -- all my siblings and me, quipped my friend in his habitually humorous way.
When he planned to move into the newly bought house, his parents asked to have the bed kept for them if they were to live with their son. For the younger generation, staying in means discarding whatever is no more new; but for the older people, it is unthinkable to throw away used but still usable things, not to mention an article of furniture that has been functioning so well all the time.
At first, my friend couldn't understand his parents' dogged insistence, while the designer suggested, as a compromise solution, that the bed be reshaped into an antique instead.
But the sense of attachment -- how could it be reshaped, if not to be thrown away?
Instantly, that retort enlightened the son and settled the issue. And so the old bed has now become my friend's most cherished possession, a real family heirloom. (Translated by Allen Zhuang)