What? Oh, no, it's all right. I cried, yes. Still do, sometimes, especially after I dream that I see him again. We should have known, of course. He should never have gone. But he thought the British would protect the Dutch colonies, from the base at Singapore. One last letter came in November, and then... nothing.
No, no, I'll be all right. Thank you.
You remember those first years, when you were such a wonderful little boy? How you came to my room at night when you heard, or felt, that I was crying in bed... I tried to be quiet but somehow you always knew. You came dragging your favorite blanket down the hall of that house that grandmother left us - but you don't remember her or... grandfather... or my parents, either, they all... died... before you were born.
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