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The Best of times by Alan Maley

The book tells about a crash in one happy Malaysian family from Kuala Lumpur by the eyes of a sixteen-year-old teenager. The story begins when the teenager and his aunt came to the hospital to visit his mother. She is in the intensive care unit. The son feels terrible as there is his fault in everything that had happened. The boy pulls himself together and tries to comprehend his life. The starting point is his sixteen’s birthday party. His parents arranged a grand celebration and invited many relatives and friends. The family is very famous in the city. They are very beautiful and successful. It was the happiest day in the boy’s life. But after the celebration everything went wrong. The guy witnessed one scene to which he tried to close his eyes. It was the end of the best times.

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The Best of times by Alan Maley

I am not frightened. No, not me. I’m terrified! I hate the smell of hospitals – that mixture of disinfectant and human waste and stale bodies – and fear. And I don’t know what I’ll find when I see her. My mother, I mean. Luckily, Auntie Swee Eng is with me. There’s something comforting about her. She makes me feel safe, even when these terrible things are happening. Of course, she’s old – but somehow that doesn’t matter. I know that she’ll help me to face whatever it is that waits for me behind that white door.

The Best of times by Alan Maley

The nurse in her smart white uniform calls us over and pushes open the door to the private room. Auntie Swee Eng gives me her warm hand and together, hand in hand, we go into the room. Suddenly I think how strange it is – I’m only sixteen but I tower over the tiny figure of Auntie Swee Eng, who must be at least fifty years older than me. But, tall as I am, I’m still terrified. Thank goodness she’s with me. She may be old and small, but she seems so strong. She’s tough all right!

After the bright lights of the corridor outside, we find ourselves in the darkness of the room. It takes a few moments before I can see anything. Then, gradually, my eyes get used to the darkness, and objects start to come into focus – the bed and the bedside table with a glass on it; the plastic curtains open by the bed; the dark shape lying under the sheets with tubes coming out of its nose and arms, connected to the frame with a bottle hanging from it; the machine next to the bed with red and green lights; the small table with medicine bottles and metal trays on it; a chair by the bed; the temperature chart hanging on the end of the bed; the sink in the corner; the dark shape of a wardrobe next to the door. The dim outline of a window is visible, but the dark green curtains are closed, so it looks like a TV screen which has been switched off.

Auntie Swee Eng and I stand for a moment just inside the door. The shape on the bed doesn’t move but we can hear the faint sound of breathing, and as our eyes get used to the darkness, we can see the sheets rising and falling. We move silently towards the bed. Auntie Swee Eng makes me sit on the chair. Is this my mother? All I can see is the pale outline of a face and the white hospital nightdress. Her eyes are closed. I can see a tube fastened to her arm and a tube which goes into her nose. I take her hand. Her skin feels like dry paper. There’s no movement. It’s like holding a child’s doll, loose and lifeless. But, just as I’m about to let go, I feel her hand squeeze mine – a small movement but it’s a sign of life. Yet her eyes are still closed. Her face still does not move. I feel as if she’s on another planet, drifting away from me. Is this really my mother? Is this really happening?…

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