📖 “He never said ‘I love you.’ But it was in the bowl of rice he placed in front of me every night.”

Here’s a social media post you can use for (the short story from Singapore, likely referring to the one by Catherine Lim or a similar Singaporean text).

💔 It asks us: Do we wait until someone is gone to honor them?

The story doesn’t need monsters or drama. Just a son realizing too late that his father was never a burden. He was a parent.

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"The Father" by Catherine Lim is the most painful 10 minutes you'll spend reading Singaporean lit.