Son of Singapore

This article is in tribute to my dad who passed away over 6 years ago. It seems like yesterday and yet and eternity has passed. My dad was a true son of Singapore, having gone through the war and being one of the first Singapore citizens. He lived a frugal life, and a simple life though he rose to high ranks in the corporate world. He saved and saved and sent me and my sister through uni and even worked part time as a cab driver to make ends meet. Now my energizer rabbit is wasting it all away... But I am sorry for my dad not being around. I would love to have him see me now, to see my wife and perhaps to even see my child.... I would love to hear his advice, to speak long hours with him and to keep him company. For my dad is me and I am my dad. This may sound wierd, but ultimately, we all become our fathers. Though we try to break the trend and try to be someone else, we will be like them. Especially the eldest son of the family.

Being the eldest, the responsibility of ensuring that the whole family pulls through is great. There is not only my own family, but my remaining parent, the energizer rabbit and also my sibling. It is a complete sort of package and because of this I also have to take that responsiblity. We cannot choose our children, likewise, children cannot choose the families they are born to.

My father a son of Singapore was a good Singaporean and a good father. All that he has left now is just the memory of him by his family. He got nothing from the State and asked for nothing from the state.