I haven’t done this very often.
Spend personal time just me and my dad.
I picked him up and the first thing he asked was whether I remember the last time we spent together just two of us.
Maybe it was one of the trips with just me and him when I was in primary or secondary school. Krakatoa? Some kelong fishing trip in Malaysia?
That’s how long ago it was since it was mano a mano.
Anyway it was great chatting about everything under the sun from 9pm to around 1130pm.
We parked and set our picnic chairs facing the ECP sea and just talked for hours.
CPF. Retirement. My ambitions. My dreams. Awareness of who I need to take care of. Teapots. Auctions. The brain. Reminiscing. Our memories. Family dynamics.
Perhaps will try to do another round where we go jog our memories at Old House next.
It’s living life by these moments that matter.
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