Lights out now, baby

He said, You'll always be my little girl    xx
Now playing: Ingrid Michaelson - Over You. 

Hey, I'm sitting at the coffeehouse. 

I see my old schoolmate, with the same hairstyle and still is as tall as a dainty lady in her 20s can get. I see a lady in her mid 40s, wearing a lilac basic shirt, something my mother would wear. I see an uncle browsing the papers intently, just like what my dad was doing yesterday as he relate his views to the recent ferry tragedy.

My father has shaven sideburns. There they reveal the grey linings - they aren't silver.

He speaks loudly, assertively. He preaches with dignity because he believes strongly in what he says. Above all, he's a kind man. He would stop his car to help an old lady pick bottles from the rubbish bin, he drives around the neighbourhood during chinese new year to give the elderly red packets, that's his way of blessing people around him. The way I learned.

“Hermes gazed up at the stars. 'My dear young cousin, if there's one thing I've learned over the eons, it's that you can't give up on your family, no matter how tempting they make it."

"You've to apologize to your mother."

"Why?"

"Because you did something wrong and because she loves you."

"But I don't dare to, Dad. She's fuming and I'm afraid of her."

"It's ok, hold my hands and grip them tight if you're scared. I'm with you in this."