Lost!

2 years have passed since Uncle Khor and his family came down to Singapore. '2 years?'

The lock opened and I was afraid they'd already left, but there I saw Uncle Khor's prominent head that shone as bright as the slightly dim living room. In the living room, the family of 5 sat on the slightly worn out couch. A game of friendly badminton had its toll after all. Aunty Christy and her 3 children gasped in shock. "Wow, look at you now!"

Nothing much about Aunty Christy had changed. She was still as jovious as ever, with her words of encouragement for PSLE 4 years ago, and now the O Levels. Mei Kai's still the shy guy that's well-protected by her mum, as his flat top was as light as ever. It was all those 2 years of not meeting up. How much I'd changed. I was that overweight boy waiting for the next day like nothing on Earth, but that's not the case now. I was so sure that it was nothing but a meeting that I honestly didn't want to go for. None of my siblings were at home, and I thought I'd be an outside figure. But, it was those 2 years that changed my entire world.

My rooms are still the same, with posters of football teams posing on the walls for 3 years and a table that stood on its own since I was 5. The houses opposite stood its ground with painting jobs that couldn't be recalled. Of course, some neighbours come and go, but the roads and the headlights shone onto the streets every single night onto Mr Goh's exteriors. Nothing much about my environment changed, but as we inevitably become slaves of time and money, it's God's greatest creation that always bring colours into our lives, dull or bright.

'I've changed?'

I sure did.

God Bless and Peace.

Current song playing: Viva La Vida by Coldplay (The greatest band on Earth!)