a part of me which i want to share…

 

Over
the weekend, i had a chance to spend time with my colleagues just
resting and being away from  everyday’s busyness. It was nice having
the free time and just doing things that we like or enjoy doing. It
was nice being taken care of and not having to worry about what’s
next on the agenda. It was nice having that break out of routine. It
was refreshing.

 

In
that break, i also saw a glimpse of love.

 

I
noticed this guy. Instantly i knew he was different. His father was
with him and i tried not to stare. Then i met his mother. She turns
out to be the volunteer who live in the home while the caretaker have
her Saturday off. From the short conversation with her, i think she’s
a nice lady. Giving up your weekend to volunteer taking care of a
home is sure something nice somebody nice would do.

 

I
asked how old is her son. She said 29. I did not asked much about him
then. I think it would have been awkward.

 

In
the afternoon, I saw the father guiding his son at the porch of the
house. I don’t know what were they doing, prolly having a walk. It
was funny tho to see his arm being straight binded. =)

 

Anyway,
night time came. While my collegues and i were busy eating and barbecuing, i saw love at work.

 

For
that brief moment, it was a touching sight to behold. It reminds me
of an unconditional love. A love that does not matter what happens or
happened.

 

I
saw the father feeding his child of 29 years……..just for that brief
moment….. i saw love at work.

 

I
try to think what is it like, having to take care of the basic needs
of your own child. I know of a four year old who could dressed
herself. And of course, the other four year old who could eat his own
biscuit. This 29 year old guy, he had to be even prompted and
assisted to hold his own cup. So, can you imagine? Caring for the
basic need of your child for 29 years? Feeding? Clothing? Toileting?
How do they do it?

 

I’m
guessing it is the unconditional love, a love that does not matter
what happens or happened, it will always be there to love.

 

I
saw love at work. A father’s love to his child.

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