Dad brought the kids to have Hokkien Mee cooked by his good friend Thye Hong

And the connection with uncle was rekindled because I previously wrote about it in my column and someone saw it and showed him

And dearest Qinzhi updated me about her eating Hokkien Mee

It’s such a precious connection and I tear reading Qinzhi’s texts

So many years has gone by

How would the noodles taste. But my daughter is tasting what I have tasted.

How blessed that is.

And I get it. I think if I were to be there myself, I would cry eating uncle’s noodles

And I know my father would have wanted to bring me.

There is no healing food cannot do