Farewell

July was a month of farewell.

I bid goodbye to the man who gave me my first memory.

Of dusty lane,

and bike chain creaking.

Swaying down the lane made gold,

By the rays of the sun setting.

A little boy, his lips bleeding...

Yet behind him,

His grandpa

Paddling...

He felt so safe and secure.

Good bye Ah Gong.

Good Bye.