Happy Birthday Song: In Teochew

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’s chin trembled. She looked at the little speaker, then at Jun Wei. “That’s… that’s my Aunty Siang’s voice,” she whispered in Teochew. “She sang that at my sweet sixteen .” happy birthday song in teochew

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…” A scratchy, tinny melody filled the room

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. She looked at the little speaker, then at Jun Wei