December 2011
14 posts
Fleeting memories of a polite boy with a kind...
I think of my time on the MLP fondly. The lovely Austrian, Hannah, with whom I packed Christmas boxes with for little children in Africa and with whom I listened intently to an old lady’s love story of the past 40 years. The polite boy with the kind smile, Alistair, with whom I painted and drew on walls with, walls of religious tolerance. The polite, solid Singaporean medic, John, and the...
“She was someone I grew up with, shared many good moments together and confided...”
– My mother
(I only hope and pray that one day I’ll have a friendship as beautiful as theirs.)