We just shifted to our HQ, here in Shah Alam. So I rarely had seen people here. Most of them I didn’t know their name, as yet. When I had my breakfast at the cafeteria this morning, I noticed a group of people held a gathering, probably a farewell for one of the staff, she’s retired and today will be the last day. But I don’t give attention to which she is, until she comes to our department and bid goodbye, wishing well to everybody. When comes to my turns, she thought that I am new, we grasped our hands and smile to each other.
Her name is Pat.
As I look at her, (still I can see her at the side of next department) I wonder how much people come and go in our life. Some may stay for a long, better forever. Some just for a half way, and worst when we close to know them very well.
Are we going to cross each other path again, or just turn around?
But at least, we did.