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October 14, 2017 § Leave a comment
I stand there waiting whenever she leaves me half-past 9. Perhaps a few thousand people per day, I hear their footsteps and I smell their presence. Sometimes, on a few occasions which can be far in between, I feel their sadness creep in on me like a chill. But when it’s happiness that radiates from within – a glow that refuses to die even in the direst of days, I smile off the wear away and draw more courage to stand there in wait. Yet I still worry a lot. My mind is often vagrant with troubling thoughts. ‘Are you sick?’ ‘Do you feel bad today?’ ‘Have you forgotten about me?’ ‘Will you ever come?’
Today she picked me up a little past 5. Always in a hurry, but nevertheless she asked me how my day was. I smiled and said, “It’s been good”. Because today, you came.
“What were you waiting for?”
For the blind uncle who stands in wait for a kind passer-by to buy a tissue packet from him (Singapore)