03/04/00

Two days ago, my Father asked me, “Fiq, what grade are you in 2000?” “Err… 2nd or 3rd class in junior high maybe, why?” Then He handed me an old piece of paper that turned out to be a post card:









Dated 03/04/00, it was sent by my father to me when he was working in the Netherland. O-boy! That sure brings back memories, memories of my childhood, when I waited impatiently for my father’s arrival after some weeks abroad, the same impatient ness when I unpack his luggage, searching what he brought back for me, and when I amused by his story about how exotic Paris is, how fun it is to took trains crossing countries in Europe. Yup, just like the one he told in the postcard (it was about he became a homeless for a day, in Rotterdam! –just incase you can’t read his handwriting in the picture, click to enlarge)

Oh, after hand me the post card, my father said, “Maybe you’ll never write a postcard like this to your son” I looked at him and asked “Why?” “Because you’ll have your family with you.” I grinned, and said to myself, “True”