“Everytime when I see a coconut tart in a bakery shop, I will remember my uncle.... even if I don’t really like coconut tarts. This is due to a lovely memory of my uncle buying me one when I was young child.
We came from a moderate family, therefore, we needed to help our parents to earn a living when we were young .... our childhood was full of work and responsibility.....but my uncle was so caring ... he always pass by our house with his bakery car to give us some delicious bakeries... the one that stole my heart was the coconut tart that he had handed to me .... since that first time, I’ve always looked forward to the coconut tart in the afternoon, so much so that I fell down and hurt myself one afternoon when my uncle came by .... my leg still has a scar from that wound ... but what’s left in my heart is not the scars from that wound but the LOVE and CARE that my uncle had given us .......If a busy and hardworking man can be so caring and loving, how can his family leave him in a care center without a single visit until the day he left the world ... the worst happened when his 3 sons hadn’t cared enough to pay him a last respect when he passed away...
The irony is that all his sons are well educated, have high salaries and high positions in their profession. What is wrong with these 3 sons .... how can they treat their father in this cold and cruel manner.... What wrong did this man do until "Forgiveness'' was never given to him.”
A wonderful memory of coconut tarts
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