Hey, You Got Mail!

weilin's Story

My treasured memory of a senior is the old man who lives in my block. Often, I see him sitting alone at the void deck with his walking stick, watching the cars go by. Although he has a family that he hangs out with at night, he seems to enjoy getting the fresh air and people watching. While I don’t know his name, I do appreciate that he nods at me when I’m rushing to school, coming back from buying my lunch at the hawker centre. Sometimes we hold the lift for each other, and ask each other about our days during the short ride. It’s a small gesture, but makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside knowing that we look out for one another!