The place and food did not matter as much as the company of our girls, now grandmas in our seventies. We had been classmates since entering high school, The Methodist Girls' School, so we go back a long way and praise the Lord, we have been able to meet up at least twice a year to catch up.
MGS class of 1959
This year's lunch was slightly different as we witnessed a lion, in fact, two lions, performing their dance. Then they went from table to table to greet diners and of course collected their ang pau.
The drummer and hidden, next to him, is the guy with the cymbals.
Together they beat a very loud rhythm to which the lions perform.
So thrilled to be right next to the Lion
The other significant difference was that my classmates had purchased copies of my latest book, a collection of poems entitled "Colors Of My Soul" and had brought them along to be autographed. I was truly touched by their magnanimous support. They had purchased the paperback from amazon.com.
To us, being able to meet up is very precious, now that we are advancing further into the winter of our lives. As one of us quipped, "We may not all be here the next time!" Indeed, that truth struck home as we looked at one another, each with our own catalogue of age-related ailments, taking note of the extra lines on the face, the saggy jowls and shrinking frames, although a couple had blossomed sideways. The great thing is that no matter what we now look like, smiles always crease our faces when we see one another. It is always such a pleasure to meet up and each occasion is a joyful one.
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