Nostalgia with Father
Today begin with an unexpect call from my father. His voice sounded cheerful, though tired. “This is my work, clearing two rows of pepper plants,” he said in his distinct Konjo accent, which always reminds me of Tawau. I smiled as I listened. Father spoke while asking for prayers to always be blessed with health. Despite his age, his spirit for farming remains strong. He is currently planting pepper, a crop that has become our family’s daily source of livelihood. Hearing his story warmed my heart. I was reminded of my childhood, when I often helped him on the farm, though I usually played more than worked. Now, being far from Tawau, those memories feel so close. In return, I took photos and videos of my activities as a rider today, delivering orders from one place to another. I wanted him to know that I, too, work hard, albeit in a different path. I sent him the photos and videos, hoping to cheer him up and show that I have never forgotten the values of hard work he instilled in me. I ...

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