

Reflecting back, I met Peter for only about 2 and half months. It all started one morning, this white haired elderly gentleman walking steadily towards the coffee shop for breakfast caught my attention. Neighbors said he usually goes out in the afternoon but that day was special. We became friends with just a small cup of my sweet red bean soup (old people's favorite). Then as God will it, I met him again and wondered why he was alone by himself even though communication was kind of difficult because he was hard of hearing; yet I felt the attraction to get to know him and his family. Daily I would walk him to my house for dinner knowing he is lonely and probably fed-up of eating outside food perhaps simple home cooked meals would taste a lot different. I also brought back SA canteen Indian cooked food for four occasions (after my Direc-tor, Freda came to know about it) as Peter loves spicy food.
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