Tears rolled down her wrinkled cheeks, but she was smiling—a real smile, not the polite one from before. She started to sing along, her ancient voice cracking but true. “Leh jit gao si, huai sim si…” Jun Wei didn’t know the words. But he knew the tune. He hummed along, off-key, holding her hand. His father, a stoic man who never cried, wiped his eyes with a napkin.
The lyrics were simple, nothing like the polished English version. It went: “Leh jit gao si, huai sim si… Leh jit gao si, huai sim si… Gung hee leh, gung hee leh… Leh jit gao si, huai sim si…”
And for the first time, Jun Wei understood that a birthday isn’t about cake or candles. It’s about being truly heard —in the language of your heart. happy birthday song in teochew
They didn’t finish the English song. Instead, they let the old cassette player loop the Teochew birthday song three times. When it ended, Ah Ma took a deep breath and said, “Jiak png!” (Let’s eat rice.)
Old Mrs. Lim, or Ah Ma as everyone called her, was the last person in her Singapore housing block who still dreamed in Teochew. At eighty-four, her world had shrunk to the size of her two-room flat, but her voice, when she spoke, still carried the rising and falling tides of the Swatow river from a century ago. Tears rolled down her wrinkled cheeks, but she
The room went silent. The English song died in their throats.
He remembered something then. A few weeks ago, he’d found an old cassette tape in her room, labeled with a date from the 1970s. He’d secretly digitized it. Pulling out his phone, he connected to a small Bluetooth speaker and pressed play. But he knew the tune
A scratchy, tinny melody filled the room. It was a woman’s voice, young and strong, singing not in English, but in the rough, guttural tones of old Teochew.
Ah Ma smiled politely, but Jun Wei saw it—a flicker of distance in her eyes. She was a guest at her own party, listening to a foreign song.
Her grandson, Jun Wei, was a modern boy. He spoke English in school, Mandarin with his friends, and could only understand Ah Ma’s Teochew when she said things like “Jiak png buay?” (Have you eaten rice yet?).