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yunhao is xb.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008 @ 7:10 PM
I walked into the room and at once I saw him, My tom with one of his hand holding the drink tray, another gesturing around, entertaining the crowd. Ah... every morsel of him was as fresh as i my memories. Ten years elapsed by, will he still remember me? I will not blame him if he wouldn't. I was left choice less under the circumstances. The days back then were miserable, I shed my tears but to no response, I pleased for assist but no helping hands, placed under dilemma, i took Lisa's advice unashamedly. This was the only way out, I craved for the escape from the tortuous kampong life, leaving behind my loved ones, I came to Singapore and seek for a better life, eventually became the husband of Lisa. I didn't know what to do. I froze to the ground, rooted. There, in front of me stood a fully grown man who once i adored, worried for, cared for, cuddled with my fatherly arms. Will he be able to recognise me? Why was I here? Even if I forgave him, will he forgive me? Memories just filled my mind remorsefully. Did we not used to roam the little path and teacher each other so much about life? Did we not just pinic with simple bread and butter and tap of water while the stream flow in course into the unknown? Even if, will he able to accept Lisa? The sense of lost wafted through the air. However, it was broken by the organiser penetrating speech. "Ladies and Gentlemen", the organiser announced, "May i present you Mr tom, the author of the record-breaking selling in just one week". He sneered admirably. Soon, thunder of applause were heard,echoing the whole room. "Please, if you may, line up here quietly and Mr Tom will sign for you". In a fraction of seconds, line snaked out before him as i saw him sitting there gracefully. I, threw myself into the crowd and peered at him through the crowd, seeing him placing words on the paper obediently, lying his another hand awkwardly nearby. Suddenly, a sense of satisfaction conquered me, as tears welled up, flowing down my salom-like cheeks. Soon my turn come. "For whom should i sign it" "Ah....?" "For whom should I sign it", he repeated. The pregnant pause lasted for eternity. "Oh... erm, Mr tong." He smiled at me sweetly. Then, his smile faded away as he examined my face. Did he recognise me? My heart pounded to the speed of light. Fortunately, he soon look away due to my abashed expression. To him, I was just another fans of his. Then, he placed the book on my receiving hands and shove me the last smile. I exchanged with a smile too, though beneath me concealed the heart-breaking and inconsolable emotions. Tears began filling my eyes, I darted toward the exist, glancing back at my once precious. On the train back home, I pressed the book in my chest. Looking outside the vast greenland, i let out a silent cry. I craved enough courage and told myself that this was the first time and will be the last. Mustering all my energy, I opened the book. Beside were the scribbed words, Through the days and nights, joys and laughters, our love will last forever like the stream that flow, Dad. Drops of tears fall, submerging Dad. THE END! nice? :D |
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