While i was still young and staying in Tampines, my father will bring us to visit our grandparents occasionally. It was not to my liking. I could not communicate with them due to my standards in dialect are still weak and also my gramps' house is not fun at all. There is no toys or cousins to play with most of the time then...

I always remember seeing my deceased grandfather sitting on the floor , playing his favourite poker card game. One of which i do not understand even till now. He will always ask me if i have eaten my lunch and how is my work in dialect, which i will always answer blurry. Nod and reply "hem". My mom who is around will then laugh and translate to my grandfather, who is hard of hearing. Thus my grandfather will "HUH" a lot of time, before getting the message...

When we are about to leave, i will always bade goodbye to my grandfather. He will always smile and wave back. He, who is in his 80's then, will walk out to the corridor in front of the flat and look down. I will always see the silhouette of him looking down at us. It was when i will keep on waving goodbye to him until my view of him was covered up by the void deck of the next block of flat...

i will never let you fall...
...i'll stand up for you forever