Heres a story worth reading, thanks to Vincent who have translated it to English.

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“Dad! I’m going out to have fun! Give me $2000″, I said while setting my eyes on the TV set.

“Didn’t I give you yesterday? Spent all again?” said my irritated Dad.

Are you giving or not? If not, I shall just go steal or rob. (Crossing and shaking my leg while balancing a cigarette between my fingers, I answered)

Haiz!~~~ Dad gave a big sigh, took out several notes from his pocket and counted for 2000.

Upon seeing this, I got up from the sofa immediately, grabbed the whole bunch of cash and left the house without giving a second glance at the man. Instantly, I got onto the motorbike which Dad bought for me. Time to enjoy my night life again! Yeah~

While playing pool at the pool centre my friend asked, “What is your Dad’s occupation?”

I felt embarrassed for a moment and didn’t know how to answer his question, just because my Dad sells fried sausages for a living. His job is a shame to me, that’s why I never ever talk about my Dad when I’m with my friends. I don’t recognise him as my father.

Without paying much attention to the time earlier, we realised that it’s already 3 plus a.m. Hence, my friends and I decided to leave and head over to the KTV for some chills and fun.

While we were making our way down from 2nd level to the ground floor, we heard some arguments.

“Hand over the money or I shall beat you to death”, a man shouted.

Another weak voice came along saying, “I’m not gonna give you my money, these are my hard earnings to support my family. Leave or I shall call the police!”

Suddenly the frustrated man shouted, “Go to Hell!”

When we reached the ground floor, we spotted 4 or 5 teenagers bashing up a middle-aged guy and one of them was using a wooden stick for his attack.

The victim fell onto the ground right before our eyes and we knew that he couldn’t hold it any longer. Nevertheless, he was still holding onto the 2000 plus dollars that he has earned for the day never to give in to the guy who was trying to snatch it.

Upon seeing such a terrifying scene, my friends pulled me away and asked me not to bother over others’ business.

But while I was making my way out, I couldn’t resist and took another glance at the poor man. To my surprise, I realised……

It was my Dad.

I stood motionlessly staring at the never ending assault and the picture of my father holding onto the money as firm as possible. At the same time, thought about the days when Dad passed me 2 or 3 thousand dollars without making a fuss.

Yet now, he can give up his own life just for 2000 dollars.

Looking at the sausage stall that we depended on for a living smashed with bits and pieces all over the ground, inadvertently, a tear rolled down onto my cheek and I shouted, “DAD!”, and burst into tears.

I struggled into the mass and shielded the man who I’ve always looked down on all these years. Letting the stray blows and kicks landed on me, my body started to experience the pain that Dad was suffering earlier bit by bit.However, all these pain were nothing comparable to the ache in my heart. All because of the regrets I had for being an unfilial son all these while.

Fortunately, my friends came in and surrounded me. The police arrived shortly after. While I was checking on my Dad’s injury, I found bleedings from his head and he lost conscious right after. I shouted for ambulance and asked whoever beside to call for ambulance. “Hurry! My Dad…Dad…He… Someone please call the ambulance!” Repeating myself numerous times, I cried.

The ambulance came and I followed my Dad onto it.

The nurse spotted that my father’s left hand was still gripping the 2000 dollars tightly.

I cried by the side and prayed hard for god to give blessings to my Dad hoping that he’ll be fine. “I will promise you that I shall be a filial son from now on. I won’t make him angry and sad anymore. PLEASE! I know I’m in the wrong now. If you need someone for punishment, let me bear it all! I’m still young; you may reduce my lifespan as much as you wish! I just want my Dad to be safe!!” I couldn’t stop weeping.

Suddenly, my Dad made a weak respond and gently opened his eyes for a little.

I felt so much relief. “Dad”, I addressed him. He seemed only semi-conscious and asked me where is he.

Giving a little smile, I told him that we were in the ambulance because he has passed out moments ago and I’m worried. I almost cried again at this particular moment.

Out of a sudden he raised his left hand, released his grip on the 2000 dollars and said, “Ah Tian, This is what Dad has earned for today. Take it! Grab a bite on your way home, Dad is not hungry yet.”

Upon hearing his words, I wet my eyes again, hugged my Dad and cried out loud. The tears not only wet my Dad’s sleeve but also wet the nurses’ eyes.



We lived under our parents’ care. In the days where the tea comes, we stretch out our hands to receive it and when food comes, we open our mouths to chew on it. However, many failed to understand that the money we’ve spent was what our parents exchanged from using their life, their youth, strength and perspiration. They will do anything for us just to make us happy, providing us our “needs” and “wants”. All we know is enjoyment and contentment, have we ever give a second thought on how we managed to get all these? Think twice! ^^ Great day ahead!

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-♠Etched with a kiss*