Dear Dad


I always thought you were erratic, bad-tempered and unreasonable. Partially because I can never forget what you said to me few years ago.

But this afternoon, when you came over in your colleague, Mr. Teo’s car with the tin of petrol and somehow managed to make your way past the seemingly endless flow of (callous) drivers. When you helped me fill up my tank while I balanced the bike. I was truly grateful and touched.

I waved to you to show my gratitude after you got back to the other side. Then you gave me the pissed off look and shook me off.

You really are erratic, bad-tempered and unreasonable. Blah.