My Father's office

The restaurant is no more I guess but the building and the memories linger on. That's where my late father used to have his office. Yes, in the restaurant. He must have rented out the small space at the back of the restaurant for a few ringgit. He writes letters for the kampong folks, filling in their forms, takes them to the post office etc. For all these, they give him a small token. That's how he made his living. Not much but enough to get by. Rain or shine, with his typewriter, he will be in his office every week day without fail. The football field where all the important football matches in Selama were played is just beside the restaurant. It is still there, just like the building. The matches are still being played, the letters are still being written but for me, they are just memories that ligers on. Most of all, of my father, a great man.