My childhood

A few people told me that they were touched by the story in Monday Interview. As a child, I frequently waited at the bus stop for my father to return home after a sea trip.

This was 50 years ago.

Each trip took three days. He went out to sea to bring food provisions to the Riau Islands and return to Singapore with a boat load of fish.

He usually returned at a certain time at night. I went earlier to wait for his usual bus.

Sometimes, he was late. I had to wait for two or three buses to pass by, before he alighted. Those times, I had to wait for one hour or longer.

But, it was all right. In those days, there was no television, and no computer games to occupy our time.