My Story

He has been someone always there since I am young. In most parts of my life, he has played a significant role.

When I was young there isn't much people I can really turn to. When I am lazy to go home after wandering around with my friends, he will be there to drive me home.
When I overspend the pocket money my mum gave me, I always know he will subsidise me.
When I feel like eating bbq fish or the noodles from bedok, he will also drive me there.

When I slowly grew up, my reliance on him gets lesser. I saw lesser of him. Nevertheless he called me often to know what am I doing. Sometimes I feel a bit "fan".

However, don't know when he started not calling me. And slowly I am lost in my own world trying to find my own direction.

Until CNY, when I realised he is so skinny. He says that he is having asthma attack. No one suspect is more than that.

Within one month, he was gone.

I regretted. I wish I have done more. Yet I have done nothing.

I wish there is really a next life. Whatever I wish I should have done could be fulfilled then.

Please forgive my ungratefulness.