一剎那的緣份

好像年頭那時候呢。我就成日..有啲嘢呢,就好得意囉,又觉得好奇妙囉。

因為心情唔係咁好呢,咁我就行出去,成日..即係點呀?行出去散步囉,咁我有時呢成九點幾十點鐘呢, 夜晚, 我一個人傻下傻下咁嘅樣,就行出去散步。因為瞓唔着,無辦法要解決個問題。 咁就其中呢有一個,可能是住在附近的。有個人呢,從來我都無留意過佢。大家都係有返咁上下 年紀架啦。見我成日,我就無留意佢,但佢呢就見我呢,一個人呢…因為我自己本身就跛左隻 腳啦,隻腳唔係咁好啦。 行起路來拿拐杖啦。可能佢見我成日響屋企嗰度附近行來行去,行來行去,夜晚多咩嘢? 有時我傻起上來呢,有少少落雨呀,我都係好似照頭淋咁樣。 

咁佢有好多次呢,佢就話:阿嬤啊,你做咩嘢,咁夜你仲唔返屋企呀?我就覺得佢:哈?我都、唔識你的,你使乜嗌我做阿嬤。不過我眼望一下佢喔,我就行啦。(結果)佢話:好夜啦,你應該返去屋企啦,呢度而家唔係咁安全架..你仲行..天黑咯,如果有啲乜野,有啲人呢,行過嚇親你就唔抵啦…(如果)俾啲神經佬,俾人打一錘,就抵啦。你快啲翻屋企啦。

啊咁我又覺得佢幾好心。咁好啦,咁既然你咁講,同我行。佢唔係淨係佢一個,因為我行到街頭 呀,或者街尾啊,佢(陪我)行翻去係我門口個度喔。

咁我話,我心話齋:唔係啊嘛,你跟到我翻門口。

咁我望下佢,佢話:你到步未啊。

我話:到了。

佢問我:你住幾多樓啊。

我仲驚死佢跟著我啊,我話:我住最頂個層啊。

結果佢話:咁你只腳咁樣你點上?

我話:得㗎啦,我自己會翻上去。我話我自己會翻上去㗎啦。

(佢話)你好聲啦,你唔好成日出來了。

我聽見佢話我成日出來,我擰翻轉頭,我話:你成日見到我㗎咩?!

(佢話)係…我又出來食煙,我就行,不過我見你一個人成日行來行去。

我話:你當我癲㗎?,我問翻佢:你當我癲㗎?我都唔知幾正常

佢又真係好好心,佢有時候呢,聽見我個次講過之後呢,咁佢有時候見到我又行的時候呢,夜呢,佢唔會送我到門口啦,只不過響個對面睇住我入門口。佢睇住我係入面入門口。咁佢呢,有時候我間唔中見到佢呢,佢就話:因為宜家尼度啲人呢,即係尼條街尼啲人呢,壞人好多啊。佢話你只腳又走得唔方便,咁你唔係咁安全。

不過我唔知道佢姓乜名乜,我只係見到佢個樣。係啊真係覺得個一刻呢,你自己本身聽見佢咁樣講㗎時候呢,你真係會覺得:咦?佢唔係個衰人喔。翻來唸下,又係覺得幾好喔,咁咯

他送我一程,我念他一生。

A fleeting connection, he walked me part of the way, and I’ll remember him for a lifetime

It was like the beginning of the year. I often felt really intrigued and fascinated by certain things. When I was feeling down, I would just go out for a walk. Sometimes at around nine or ten o’clock at night, I would wander out for a stroll. I couldn’t sleep and had to deal with my problems. Once, there was someone, probably living nearby, whom I had never noticed before. We were about the same age. I never paid attention to him, but he noticed me walking alone. I have a limp and use a cane. He probably saw me walking back and forth near my house, even late at night. Sometimes, even when it was drizzling, I would just walk in the rain.

He asked me several times, ‘Granny, what are you doing out so late? Why don’t you go back home?’ I was surprised and thought, ‘I don’t even know you, why are you calling me granny?’ But then I just walked away. He said, ‘It’s late, you should go home. It’s not safe here… It’s dark, and if someone scares you, it wouldn’t be good… You could get hurt by some crazy person. You should go home quickly.’

I thought he was kind-hearted. Since he said so, I agreed to go home. He wasn’t alone; as I walked to the street corner or the end of the street, he would accompany me to my doorstep. I thought to myself, ‘Why is he following me to my doorstep?’ I looked at him and he asked, ‘Have you reached your floor?’
I was afraid he would follow me, so I said, ‘I live on the top floor.’
He asked, ‘How can you climb up with your leg like that?’
I said, ‘It’s fine, I can go up by myself.’
He told me to take care, and not to come out so often.
Hearing him say that I come out often, I turned around and asked, ‘Do you see me all the time?’
He replied, ‘Yes… I come out to smoke, and I walk around, but I see you walking alone all the time.’
I asked him if he thought I was crazy. He was really kind-hearted. Sometimes, after our conversation, when he saw me walking at night, he wouldn’t escort me to my doorstep but would just watch from across the street to make sure I got inside. Sometimes I saw him and he would say, ‘There are a lot of bad people on this street these days. It’s not safe for you with your leg problem.’
I don’t know his name, I just know his face. At that moment, when you hear someone talk like that, you really feel that he’s not a bad person. Looking back, I actually think it was quite nice.

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