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.

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