My journey through lower Primary would not have been successful if not for my grandfather. Coming from a not-so-wealthy family, my parents had to work in order to support the family.

Ever since I knew how to speak, I have not stayed with my family. My brothers, at that time, were all in Primary 5 or 6. From young till nine-years-old, I had to move to stay with different people. I finally settled with my grandfather when I entered Primary one.

I still remember the first day of school; my grandfather told me how interesting it is to go to school. He told me that there will be a lot of friends waiting in school to befriend with me. Everyday, before I boarded the school bus, he would buy me my favourite food, roasted duck drumstick, to eat. At that time, I always could not wait to go to school.

When I was in school, the teacher was very fierce. Once, I ran out of class. Many teachers, including the principal, were trying to look for me and get me back to class. I remember I was crying non-stop and only wanted to see my grandfather.

My grandfather came, gave me his warmest hug, and told me to go back to class.

Whenever I stayed over at his house, he would do whatever he could to make me feel happy. Even when I had grown up, I still looked forward to seeing him.

There was once I argued with him, ending with the sentence, ‘I have grown up! I am no longer a little boy!’ He walked to me, kneeled down, looked at me and said, ‘To me, you are forever a little boy. And no matter what happens, I will love my little boy.”

When I was in my 2nd year of Polytechnic Education, he was hospitalized due to cancer and senile dementia. Three to four months later, he passed away. Then, my exams had just finished.

At that time, I stayed over at the funeral, accompanying him as long as possible. Every time I saw him in the coffin, I kept thinking, ‘Why did he leave? Why was he no longer with me?’ The more I look, the more I cried.

It’s been three to four years since he left everyone of us. The only thing I have left is his incinerated ashes. The only regret I have is not having a single photograph taken with him. I miss him and I truly do.

Grandpa, you are the best in the world.