She grabbed onto the Captain's sleeves, urging him to bend lower for her frail voices; softly, she asked in broken Mandarin whether she'll be able to see his face. He replied apologetically that they can't; both of them frowned, but respected the order.
The two Ah Ma's who could barely stand properly stood beside us when we paid our last respect to Ah Gong; with two palms together, they prayed in Hokkien, “老李，好久不见，你走好”
They're probably slightly younger if not about the same age as our late founding father. They have heard his rally and have seen him fight; in fact, they were all part of his fight. They were the ones that have given him the vote of confidence to lead them, and he had delivered what he had promised. We will never know the kind of gratification they have for this man that gave them almost everything with his life; and we will always be the beneficiary of their actions, forever indebted to our pioneers.
"If there's one queue to ever join in my entire life, then this is it," "because for many people, the 8-hours queue is nothing compared to what he built out of Singapore." I'm glad I've been able to be part of your legacy in its final chapter.
Thank you, Mr Lee; and thank you, Ah Gong's and Ah Ma's...
