Operation Redshirt - action day

I actually forgot to bring my camera, so no photos. That's too bad, and I felt waste. Yesterday supposingly to attend church service, but I did not. I went to help out distributing goodies to the old folks.

Our first destination was Bukit Merah, follwed by Redhill, lunch, Chin Swee, Jalan Kukop and finally Chai Chee. We organized the goodies bag, and accompnied the elderly backed to their home. Some can be quite a distance.

I tried to communicate to the old folks while accompany them home, but realised my limited dialect knowledge. I knew some were trying to tell me their family problems, but I can't fully understand what they say, so I simply nodded my head. I can speak and understand easy and simple dialect apparently that's not enough to carry on a decent communication with them.

Still I tried my best. One of the old lady offered me black sesame hard candy, which I accepted out of courtesy. It's her thought that count.

To be honest, I had not seen a 1 room flat before, so I was overwhelmed by the size of it. It was very small, and it's really everything 1 place.

Of all the elderly I helped, 1 old man left an impression in me. He was wearing a tattered shirt, bald, teethless, with obvious walking diffculty. I felt so sorry for him. I wondered where his child/children are. But most importantly, it's highighted to me that one must be filial to their parents, it's our duty.