The hawker uncle who shared his table

地点与时间

• Toa Payoh hawker centre · Singapore ~2012 a table near the drinks stall

当年的 TA

A hawker in his late fifties selling drinks from a corner stall, with a towel over his shoulder and a transistor radio tuned to the oldies. He talked to every customer like an old neighbour.

当年的我

The foreign woman with wet hair, sneezing into a paper napkin, who had nowhere to sit at lunchtime.

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It was pouring, I had a fever coming on, and the hawker centre was packed at lunchtime. You waved me over to your own table, moved your newspaper and said, Sit, sit. Then you brought me a hot drink I had not ordered and refused to take the money. We spoke about nothing for twenty minutes. Fourteen years later I still remember that nothing. I do not need anything. I only want to say it out loud once.

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