Thursday, July 8, 2010

I am his angel

He wake up seeing me next to him every morning.

He piggy back me crossing the road.

He always walk at the side nearer to the road to make sure I am safe.

He holds my hand when we are brisk walking.

He tells ghost story when he saw candles and joss stick at the split end.

He sits very very near to me (literally sticking) when we are eating at the hawker, that I can hardly scoop my food.

He take care of me like his family member.

He says: You are my angel, and kiss me goodnight.

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