Recalling my memories of a young botak me, I vaguely rmb a gd friend of my dad. His moustache was his distinct feature. A happy man is wad my dad always refer him as. He came to the house warming when we shifted from Bukit Batok to Yew Tee, but wad happen on tat day I can't really rmb. I was Pri 1 then. But, I always haf this warm feeling of his presence, sumthing tat can be rmbed clearly.
I always wanted to meet this fantastic guy, ever since the 1st day of ITP. Been about +- 8 yrs since we haf met. I was confident I could recognise him, for his moustache is obvious. Didn't know which department he was, nobody knew and I dun tink Dad asked. By chance, on the 2nd week of ITP, I went to this department, called O. I saw a table, a familar photo on this table. YES, I haf found my target.
Haha, he was in his graduation thingy, wif his wife. Yea, my Dad and him were classmates in MDIS, this I recalled after seeing the pic. My hopes were high, felt like leaving him a note on the table, but I dun tink it was sincere. Ok, Dexter, must keep a lookout for this man, at least say hi!
Days pass, everytime I walked down the corridor to the Pantry or Gents, I will take a peep. Erm, no1 fits the description. I wonder why. I peep at his yrs working in this company, wow so long!
Asked my Dad haf he been working here for most of his life, Dad smiled and said, Dexter, Mr Y is a happy old man now, look at me, I m old too. Nv knew wad he meant by it, I know ppl will age, but surely a youngster like me will recognise sum1 I met b4, unless his size change haha.
Then 2day, the starting of Nov, by chance I had to go to the O department to fix a scanner. I cross my fingers, hoping to meet this uncle. No one at his seat again. Sighs. Nvm, maybe next time Dexter. Then, a man, white hair wearing specs walked into the room, proceed towards Mr Y's seat. !!! why is this stranger seating there? Wth! Then I went and ask a lady, Is Mr Y in? She pointed to this white hair man. I felt a weird feeling. Isn't this guy I often see at times? Even walking pass him without taking a 2nd look. Is he Mr Y?
I called Dad, ask him Mr Y wear specs? Is he white hair now? How come no more moustache? Dad juz laugh and said go greet him.
I ran back to the department, politely ask this unknown man, excuse sir, are u Mr Y? Yes I m, how can I help u he said. He looks so different from the photo on his desk. He wasn't wearing specs, he had a nice moustache, and his hair was black. However, the feeling when speaking is the same, he is still the same gentleman I met +- 10yrs ago, as a little boy.
I am Keith's son, Dexter. He smiled and greet me warmily. He said yes ur Dad told me u will be attached here, and asked me which department I was in. Then he said, wow, so are a big boy now, and u sure look like ur Dad. He pad my shoulders, and asked me to be at ease during this attachment.
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