Saturday's morning breakfast

Saturday morning I brought parents for dim sum breakfast. We haven't been to that stall for a couple of years since we shifted. Time really flies. They are so old now and I'm getting old too. So sad... Suddenly it’s like walking back the short memory lane. The stall's dim sum is their favourite and I remember they brought me here when I was still a small kid. That was thirty years back!!

The stall looked similar but there are big changes, they are probably disappointed to hear that the previous owner had passed away last year. I can see the sadness in their eyes. The new owner is a thirty something guy and he told us he was the nephew of the previous owner. Suddenly my dad said that the food and tea tasted different too, hmmm, was it old age nostalgia in work again?

I asked my dad would he want to come back here again for breakfast? From his look, I know what was his answer, and emotionally, I was weeping in my heart too. I just got to cheer them up this time like they used to cheer me up when I was younger.