My late beloved father
My father passed away very young at the age of 49. I had finished my fifth form. I was already working in Taiping itself.
My father was a very protective one. Most of the time, he wouldn't allow me to go for camps, outings or whatsoever. I had to convince him that those outings were meant to be good. Usually he would give in to my persuasion.
I could see that he loved me as I loved him too. Each night he would give me some coins in return for my willingness to serve him dinner.
I remember very well that he liked to sit on the big table at the corner of our living hall. From there he would watch tv and drink his bottle of guinness stout.
My father worked hard everyday as a lorry driver to support us, seven siblings..Sometimes he came back late. I didn't wait for him but when he reached home, he would call me up to savour a packet of fried kueh teow. I loved him so much. He was so kind and he always liked to tease my mum for not wearing skirts..
An advice from my father: Don't put make-up..it would spoil your face..Guess that's why I hardly put make-up.
I think of my father every now and then. I missed him.