Lately on Saturday afternoon, T and I went to shopping. Going through Kham Thien street I suddenly had a strange feeling…. Still that house, ya, but I don’t know why that time I felt a feeling of closeness , of intimacy, but also feeling of distance by something, by someone… I miss you and people in that house….I miss this place….There is not now a figure of an old man sitting on a small chair outside the door , enjoying the view of everybody in the street….I myself didn’t forget that .
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“Good morning”.
“Goodmorning” . The old man smiled and said. “Why you come too late today?”
“Hihii, I overslept… Oh, have you hang that hoarding ? Thank u very very much.”
“A few days ago, Huyen envied me, she said that you are always partial towards me, helped me but her, hiii …”
He took his chair ,went inside the house then went out ….
“Where do u go?”
“I go to have breakfast.” ?He said. “I opened the door, sitting here to wait for my son to go to work , then wait till “ cac co” come , now I go to have breakfast.” The old man said and smiled to me and went out…
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………One other day….
“Have u lost the handle of your umbrella ?”
“Oh yes, a few days ago I took it , but I didn’t know when it was lost…”
“Give it to me, I will help u to repair it , an other handle, it will just take a few minutes…”
Then he took a bag with many things inside… and started to repair it . I don’t know how he did it but just over an hour later he completed it, it has a new handle, that is so nice and I still can use it well…. What a kind man !......Up to now , I still keep and use that umbrella …
I still remember the day he showed me a box with many kinds of buttons …many color and sizes. He said to me: “U can take some if u like”. He also said that he sometimes collect some nice buttons that he happen to find….. After hearing that I smiled ( and felt funny actually and I wondered why he is so economical…..). He said that coz I am a good gal so he liked talking with me ( like his niece), and maybe if it’s just another person he wouldn’t share his things , didn’t give either ….Finally, I took some buttons, they were really very nice…. He also gave me a notebook which he made it by himself.
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..........One other day.......
“Ms Najun?”
-“Yes , hallo”
“Just saw ur shoes there, I guess it is yours.”
“Yes, I have come for a few minutes and talking with “grandma”. Today , everybody in my company is having their lunch outside, just me only stay…I would be left alone and may felt bored ....so I came here.”
Then “grandma” and I cooked. We decided to eat noodle. I had a lunch with them ( an old man and an old lady ), they are friendly and good people. After lunch I washed the dished and “ grandma” gave the dogs some food and both of us continue talking.
That time, I was reminded of my real grandma, last year we lived together , …it was the same like this ….
After that , old lady invited me to come into her room to take a rest for a while before going back to the office….. We talked further..
I will never forget those good memories until now. I also never forget that day we have lunch.I felt their warmth and friendliness. Sometimes I still went there for some visits …. to visit the old lady and man…..
In our life, we meet many people, many situations. There are some bad people, there are some good people as well. But sometimes they are the memories that we cannot forget although they are simple things or even very normal . I never forget them.
This is one part in my diary that I wrote. The reason I post this here just because… it is one year since the old man’s death …. I just wanna say with the old man who is now somewhere in the heaven that “ I never forget you”…..
