Poor Big Breakfast, I didn’t get to eat you properly. The scrambled eggs were cold when I took the last spoonfuls.
Poor newspaper – I didn’t get to read you when you were still fresh. You’ll be history by the time I scan your pages tonight or whenever.
Poor Hamdesal, I substituted you for a quick lunch. And sorry too, HenLin Braised Beef, I couldn’t even relish the rich sauce before I have to put you aside.
Poor things – the girl is so busy to enjoy Life’s little gifts. Forgive me Father. I promise I’d spend more moments with your gifts.
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