I remember when we first shifted into the house in 1961, one day Father (he was on leave because he was still working in Parit Buntar then) was waiting for me on the road in front of the house to come back from school. From far down the road, with my heavy school bag, I could see him looking and waving very anxiously at me. He then walked towards me and took my school bag. At the same time he very excitedly told me "we got a refrigertor, come quickly to see!". That was indeed the first fridge our family had ever had. When we were in Parit Buntar where we stayed for many years before moving to our new house in PJ in 1961 we never owned a fridge and Mother used to go to the market everyday to buy fresh produce to cook for a day.
I wish I had the money to buy the house from brother and just keep it in Father's memory. But that is not meant to be. Yesterday Sister told me that AhMeng dreamt of his grandfather, asking him to lock the house. I know the dream may have no relevance, but I still could not help feeling very sad. I am so sorry Father.
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