a worker of mine, a fella in his early twenties, a hard working fella he is. works 7 days a week (almost, i think..) coz when he gets off from my place, he goes to work at a seafood restaurant part-time..but this post is not really about him, it's about his dad..
without fail for the past 6 months since this fella started working for me, his dad would bring him his dinner, that his mom had cooked earlier, on his motorcycle and would again come fetch him at night when we close the shop. without fail.
today, after he delivered his son's dinner, he was riding his way home when he was knocked from behind by another motorcycle, not too far from my office. he fell down and hurt himself a bit. nothing serious but a few bleeding scratches on the elbows and shoulders, nothing i think that would stop him from continuing his daily task of delivering his son's dinner and also fetching him home at night.
i asked if it wasn't too much trouble for him to do this food runs everyday, and that really, his boy was old enough to get his own food. he looked at me and this is what he said.."no mister, it's his mama who insists that her son eats home-cooked food, i'm just the delivery man.."
but i knew from the way he said it, it wasn't so much mama's cooking, it was just to "hide" his love for his son..the way asian fathers and mothers stoically do...
p/s: oh dear...looks like i better appreciate my mom's meals on wheels whenever she rolls them in..but if dad should ride in with my meal suddenly, i think i better run and hide...
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