Dad hit into someone yesterday, so his front bumper's dented and has to leave it in the workshop over the festive weekend, needless to say, he's feeling a little crippled without his trusty companion, having to cab/car pool to the golf course and bus to work (Yes, mom refuses to pamper him).
So this brought about a revalation of sorts when he had to take the bus to work this morning.
He walked into the kitchen looking quite worried last night and said:
"So do any of you know how much it is to city hall? Do i press for the ticket myself? Will the bus driver give me change?"
Like a frightened little school boy, he was shuffling his feet and giving my mom and I this sheepish look. My mother had to give him exact change and we had to tell him how taking public transport in Singapore actually works.
Now, my father is the sweetest, humblest man, bless his little soul. He had a very trying childhood, and since the days where the family only had lunch every other day, he vowed to have a successful career and give his parents a comfortable retired life. Well, the man certainly has kept true to his adolecent promises, and grandpa and grandma have been very well taken care of all these years.
Which brings me back to the whole taking bus saga. One would think that him not being able to take public transport would equate to a rather spoilt middle aged old man. But, my dad has this whole genuine innocence to his predicament. He walked with me to the bus stop this morning, and even helped me carry the bags of christmas gifts for the collegues. I waited with him till the bus came, hugged him good bye and asked if he would be ok.
Although it seems a little too early, somehow, the roles of parenting seems to have reversed slightly.
So this brought about a revalation of sorts when he had to take the bus to work this morning.
He walked into the kitchen looking quite worried last night and said:
"So do any of you know how much it is to city hall? Do i press for the ticket myself? Will the bus driver give me change?"
Like a frightened little school boy, he was shuffling his feet and giving my mom and I this sheepish look. My mother had to give him exact change and we had to tell him how taking public transport in Singapore actually works.
Now, my father is the sweetest, humblest man, bless his little soul. He had a very trying childhood, and since the days where the family only had lunch every other day, he vowed to have a successful career and give his parents a comfortable retired life. Well, the man certainly has kept true to his adolecent promises, and grandpa and grandma have been very well taken care of all these years.
Which brings me back to the whole taking bus saga. One would think that him not being able to take public transport would equate to a rather spoilt middle aged old man. But, my dad has this whole genuine innocence to his predicament. He walked with me to the bus stop this morning, and even helped me carry the bags of christmas gifts for the collegues. I waited with him till the bus came, hugged him good bye and asked if he would be ok.
Although it seems a little too early, somehow, the roles of parenting seems to have reversed slightly.