To day, my family and me spent half a day doing prayer to my ancestors and deceased parents. The little Buddhist temple located at Paya Lebar road, where tranquil and serenity lived.

This is the place for holding the prayer for the deceased and the tablets. My parents are somewhere at the left near the front.

But strangely, I couldn’t see them!

I walked to the back yard, saw a young papaya tree waved and said hello to me.

And walked further, asked Phalaenopsis,” where are my parents?”

She just smiled at me in return.

I asked the pearl drop, do you know where are my dearest parents?

I approached the aging bench.

I feel a balmy and gentle hand pat on my shoulder, and I looked up.

I saw daylight resting on the leaves. I saw them!

Dad and Mom said:” son, not to worry about us! We have friends, many friends here! You should take good care of yourself and live meaningfully each day!”

I kept nodding in sob.

Raindrops witnessed and shared with me this moment.

My dearest Dad and Mom, I missed you!