As I finish
this book, I pause and ponder. Am I blowing our trumpet? Have I painted too
honourable about Father and too virtuous about Mother?
I leave you
with these words from Orlando Chua Siao Hui, a lawyer in Sarawak. I taught
Orlando in 1974-75. When I left for Canada, I had not seen him since.
In 2012 he
wrote on my Facebook:
“I will never
forget you Miss Chan. I was 13 and representing Binatang in a sports meet in
Sarikei. You came with a pile of blankets and pillows for us students.”
I have no
recollection about this, and I believe it was Mother and Father who told me to
do it. Mother knew these kids had to sleep on top of school desks without any
bedding.
No comments:
Post a Comment