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Sunday, October 23, 2005
When time comes
I just want a bowl of porridge. He said as he sat down and take out a pack of ciggie from his pocket. We sat there waiting for our porridge to come. A normal breakfast outing just like what we had in the past. But....Things have change.. It's no longer the time where he will order the food for me nor he drive me with his lorry to the plant side for work after breakfast. I'm no longer the 4 years old child that kept playing with his lighter. And he no longer the strong man that sitting beside me.However, I'm still there and He is here with me having breakfast together. I saw him there eating the bowl of porrigde. He is growing thinner and thinner. Looking more and more tired. He is getting older each day. He then look up and said, "Dear, did you see how my skin crumble up?" He showed me his neck and his arm where the skin crumble up together. I looked up to him again."I'm already 70. I'm already old. And this is the time when all the sickness come. When I'm old and sick, I'm a useless person to you.""NOooooo" I said. With tears rolling down my cheeck, I hold his hand. I started to tremble. I hate it when he said that. "You are the only person in this world that see me as me. You are the person who really loves me. You are the person that I respect and loved. I will not let anything happen to you. Ths I swear! You are not uselss to me." "You taught me what is life. You taught me to be strong and not to give up. Please, do not give up too. You are the reason why I lived. And I am what I am now is because of you."[to be continued]
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