When baby Day's daddy zoomed home from work tonight on his motorbike, later than usual, dangling from the bike handlebars were two plastic bags. For a man who had once given an ex-girlfriend a tin of butter cookies for her birthday, seldom bothers with important dates and never gave his wife (me!) an engagement ring, the last thing I expected to find in those bags were Christmas Presents. But they were. He, a crowd-hater, had battled the shoppers in a shopping centre to find stuff for us. Nonchalantly swinging the bags, he pronounced: I got something for you and Day. Me? Too?? Thrilled, I quickly turned on the twinkling Christmas lights on the tree. Out came two gift-wrapped (I can't believe it) boxes. Tearing the paper off mine, I discovered a pair of Nike shorts. Not the stuff of romantic legend, but infinitely useful because I keep pilfering his. Proceeding to tear the wrapping off baby Day's present, we (me and Day) discovered a Barney Dinosaur handphone! Baby Day
Celebrating the life of Loh Kar Kheng