The last look

Below my flat, there is a sitting area where it allows people to chat or to take a rest after a long walk. Well, indeed it's nothing very special about the place as everywhere else also has that kind of facility. What makes this place a special one for me is this old uncle. He is about 80 years old. His favorite seat is (you're right), the sitting area which I have just told you about. Everyday, without fail, he would sit at his favourite spot. I have discovered that whoever passes by him, they would greet him. Some would even give him a sweet smile or friendly nods. He connects many of us together. And because of him, we got to know the others and would give one another the nods and smiles too.

Recently, I did not see him anymore. Have been wondering where he is. I believe the many others are also missing his presence.

But guess what, I saw him today! I almost couldn't regconise him. He has slimmed down. He looks tired. No longer cheery. The sides of his cheeks have sunken. He sat on a wheel chair. When I saw him, his back was facing me. He was staring into the air. At that moment, it seems to me that he is trying to capture as much as whatever his two eyes could see, just felt that he might be thinking he has not much time left. He hopes to keep the beautiful sights that he sees as memories. Because I was in a hurry, I did not say much to him. But my heart was burdened, for I did not know how much time he has left and whether this would be my last time seeing him.