dBow Ling has brought me happiness and sadness. But between these two, i remember more of the sadness Bow Ling have gave me. One of them is the lost of my timmy. Actually it’s my sis’s but timmy is mine too because i say so. Timmy, your eyes look so innocent.. your smile, always smiling at people so unwillingly.. your touch,so soft, so gentle… but beneath those threaded eyes, a devil is inside. I remember, on the last day we saw Timmy, he was sad, weak but still and always playing with us. But on the next day, he was missing. Sadness filled our heart. Tears flowing down the rosy cheeks of ours. Sadness was all we felt. Finding Timmy all day long was all we did. Ah.. how dreadful it is to tell this once again and remembering the sad and painful day. The rain was our companion that day. It rained so long, just like the drops of tears from Timmy. Because of you Bow Ling, we lost our Timmy. Because of you Bow Ling, we shall not see him ever again….
adapted from The Memories of Timmy:
A Tragedy
