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“Ah, pardon me. My old age seems
to have left me with deafened ears. My

apologies. Where’d you come from,
little one?”

“I don’t know. I just woke up and I

can’t see much with all the weird white
things covering my eyes. You sound
really old though.”

Ah, the excitement and energy of
youth.

“Listen well, my child, for I have

many stories to share with you.”
Last Moments of “Oh! Do tell, Mr Old Man!”

Winter’s Tree my voice slowly melting away. The birds
Time passed by and I could feel

are starting to sing their melodies once

Written by Jestine Loh Ming Hui again.

“Tell another one! I want to hear
I have awoken from my slumber. The light touch of the first fallen snow caressed my the story of the stolen fruits again!”
cheek like a kiss from the angels.

“My child, I am tired. How about
“Wake up, wake up! There’s snow!” you tell me one of your stories?”

The delightful shouts of children were music to my ears. I opened my heavy “Sure! So I first…..”
eyes, my vision quite blurry, indulging in the charms of nature.

Alas, all I could hear were the
I’d seen the white stars glistening on the dull ground for….how many encounters sounds of the angels from up above
had it been? It’s heavenly nonetheless. I never got tired of it. calling my name.

This was God’s gift to me. A white quilt to keep me company, a welcome gift, if you Grow, my child, and live long to

will. Quite lovely, I might add. pass your stories to your children. I will
await your arrival to tell you my stories
“Hello there!” I heard a small voice whispering in my ear. I looked down to see the again.
littlest sprout staring back at me. “I’ve been screaming at you but you’ve been ignoring

me for the past hour! Are you okay?” A.I. Generated
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