That Was Something
I gave the chauffeur the money as I stepped out from the
car, but he said “it is paid”.
Who is that angel, who is so kind to pay for an aged, greying
man with no one looking after him in the “angkot” (public car)? She didn’t know
I am still in “running condition”, while
I almost can’t walk because of my hurting legs. Ha. Ha.
Sure, it is but a trifle, yet, that was something. I could
kiss her and never forget.
November 2014
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