I got this colourful fan from Malaysia. It's for an old man, Mr Burtucchi, who is 80 over years old. He talked to me and laughed and he's a very cheerful and happy man. He tells great stories... lots about his life experiences. Nice man. I met him last year before he was seriously ill. And this colourful fan was meant to cheer him up.
When I was in London (in Scotland now), there was a man who saw this colourful fan and wanted to buy it from me. I told him it's a gift for someone. He wanted to buy it for his daughter. He told me he works in that train station and just in case I change my mind I would know where to get him.
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Was out for a walk with my second bro and my sister-in-law (to be).
I asked her, "When are we meeting him? He might die tomorrow, you never know".
Later in the evening we got a call that he passed away. Today.
Speechless.
We wanted to meet him. But it's too late now.
Should I give this fan to the man in the train station?
Or should I give it to the late man's wife?
I don't know yet.
I'm still quite sad to be honest.
2 comments:
you told me about that fan and it was for this old man right so is that on the train or where my house is?
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it's in the train, rachel =)
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