I remember my nephew Michael (my eldest sister's son) at about four years old in 1985 when they were staying in Damansara Utama. Jeannie and I were not even married then and we used to take him out to nearby department stores, Kimisawa and Printempts located at what is Atria Damansara Jaya today. Jeannie and I had just known each other a few months then but years later whenever we reminisced about those days, feeding Mike Kimisawa foodcourt curry mee soup (he loved it) always came up. Somehow, for Jeannie and I, the image of Michael enjoying his curry soup (at that age) froze-framed the memory of our own feelings together at the time.
Mike was obsessed with the garbage truck that came around and he called it a metal dinosaur; he even aspired to be a garbage man. When he dropped out of kindergarten, we were certain he was on his way towards achieving his ambition. Nothing wrong with that...isn't that part of what life is about? Setting goals and achieving them?
What is important is that they be allowed to make and learn from their own decisions/mistakes as consenting adults. But why did I sense the vibe of a possible ambient perception (an erroneous one, I would add) that Mike was being dragged to the alter? Perhaps it was just my imagination. Perhaps generations should be allowed to succeed generations.
Congratulations Michael and Lay Peng; here's wishing you both bliss and a wonderful life together...From Tua Khoo and on behalf of Ah Khim.
2 comments:
Hahaha Mike a garbage man! Thank goodness that didn't come true. Anyway too bad i couldn't be there but would be expecting Ang pow from them during CNY!
How is life in Singapore, Elaine?
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