Father's Last Meal
Food had become bland to my father by the age of 97.
Eleven months ago, his helper called to say that he was groaning in pain. My wife and I immediately took a taxi to see him.
On the way, I bought a bowl of black sesame paste from Mei Heong Yuen Dessert, one of his favorites.
My father took a few spoonfuls of it.
It was his last meal.
Today, whenever I see a bowl of black sesame paste, I think of him.
Lesson: We never know which conversation, meal, or embrace will be the last.