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。
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.