My father

My father came from China as a Sinkhek......meaning that he was sold to work for a certain period of time with his boss. He was a very mild man who never raised his hands on his children. Mother was the one who beat and disciplined us. I got beaten lots of time ....for bad results, for not being obedient etc. But not father. He was so kind and mild. Seldom raised his voice. He was generous with his money. Asked him and he would tell us to get the coins from his pockets. Whenever he went outstation, he would buy back things for us to eat. I think all my brothers take after him in the way they treat their wife and family.

I remember the day my father died. It was early in the morning......at about 4 something. I don't why...but whenever something happened, I would be there. He was sleeping on his favourite old plastic deck chair. He woke up, coughed continuously and then was gone. Just like that. Gone. It was the 13 day of Chinese New Year. Buried on the 15th.