Breakfast at Midnight
Father and Son

The fright took off in Xiamen one hour behind schedule and we arrived in Singapore around 11 p.m. When I took a taxi home, it was about 12 midnight. My son Solomon came to help me to carry the luggage. I was sad when I found him looked thinner than the day I went for my two-week China trip.

After taking out those dirty cloths from my luggage, I asked Solomon what he took for his dinner. To my surprise, he did not even took his lunch and breakfast that day.

I knew that he was not joking with me. I then asked him to take dinner with me instead of taking my shower first as usual. Actually, I have taken my dinner onboard.

As I did not drive for two weeks, it was a little difficult for me to drive at night. Solomon helped to show me the way from West Coast Road to Clementi Road. We went for our dinner near Kent Hill.

Both of us took our favourite nasi lemak. We talked about our daily life for the past two weeks. He went to school in the morning to carry out a vacation project with his teacher and classmates. We went to take video at places of their favourite and carried out the editing when they went back to school. He came home around ten o'clock at night.

The busy schedule made him skip some meals. And he did not have any meal on the day I was back home. I looked at his face and I felt sorry.

He asked me about my trip. I told him that he would be enjoying taking pictures of the autumn scenery if he did not give up of the trip. Besides, I might visit places of interest where we had to climb up the steps if he was with me.

I could not make phone call every night. I called him only three or four time for the past two weeks. Whenever I called, I always ask whether he water the plants and he knew that was his critical job.








12.02.2009