Yvonne Foong

Yuin Yin, Tremayne, and Me

Reuben said we tend to fragmentize our lives into race, ethnicity, gender, et cetera. Doing so causes segregation, inhibiting world unity.

There are some truth in his opinion, but at times, fragmentation helps us make sense of reality. In public, I consider myself an NF patient, unlike others. Doing so helps me feel better while unable hear and participate in conversations. Self-defeating thoughts would occur, then I’d quickly remind myself that I am different, so there is nothing to be sad about. It’s just a fact I should be proud of. NF is me, I am NF.

And then, there are people who make me feel at home. My lack of hearing is barely an issue when I am out with Reuben and Roshan, for they always try and remember to include me in conversations. I am also comforted knowing Reuben is like me in that we prefer to have deep conversations and be in constant reflection.

Let’s not forget my dearest sister, Cordy. I seldom write about her, but she means a lot to me. Just like we don’t always write about our mothers even though they mean the world to us, I prefer to keep Cordy in my heart. Like my mother, I am always in Cordy’s attention no matter where we go, how big the crowd is, or what the agenda is. I guess, when you put someone at heart, it shows. I am never bored with Cordy.

Then, there is Mr. X. I like to think some men show they care differently, and as a woman, it always fascinates me realizing his at first seemingly odd behavior, is indeed, his way of paying attention and fussing over me, even in the midst of a group, talking among each other. With men like him, actions speak louder than words.

Of course, one should not only seek to be loved. But it makes me feel better having multiple disabilities.

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