Worlds Apart
My father and I were on our way back home from Potong Pasir where our Church had our prayer meeting.
In the bus (334), I turned to check where my father was as the bus was very crowded. He was seating, reading a book written in the 1870s. It was some Christian book about Christian history I think. The guy beside him? Well, he was reading 8 Days.
From there, I could see how different they were. In that scene were two people from two different worlds. One was my father, the other was someone around my age. I am of his (the guy) age group yet I behave like him (my father). Well, I guess you could say that my family's a tad traditional and still "backward", but personally, I don't find it a problem. In fact I see it as something unique about my family.
In the bus (334), I turned to check where my father was as the bus was very crowded. He was seating, reading a book written in the 1870s. It was some Christian book about Christian history I think. The guy beside him? Well, he was reading 8 Days.
From there, I could see how different they were. In that scene were two people from two different worlds. One was my father, the other was someone around my age. I am of his (the guy) age group yet I behave like him (my father). Well, I guess you could say that my family's a tad traditional and still "backward", but personally, I don't find it a problem. In fact I see it as something unique about my family.
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