A Singaporean Short Story by Catherine Lim
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Singaporean Short Story
By Catherine Lim
He dreamt about it, he hankered after it like an addict after his opiate. When it came to his mind the idea of big and beautiful house, Tay Soon always think of it until it become his insanity in his life. A house. A house of his dream, just like what his family see every time they pass by in their street behind the elegant subdivision and in pages of Homes and Modern living Magazines. He knows every detail of his dream house from the aluminum sliding door, the perfect color of the carpet in dining room and also the kidney-shaped swimming pool. Yes, kidney-shaped. That is what he likes. Yee Lian, the wife would talk about it for hours to her sister Yee Yeng and their kids would tell their cousins and friends all about it as well. “My dad said if our house is already finished…” Tay Soon nurtured the idea until it becomes a consuming passion of his and his family’s lives. It had become a reality stronger than the reality of the terrace house, which they live and own by mother of Tay Soon who has a small business by selling a bottled curry viand and vegetable pickles. She shakes his head after hearing what the kid of Tay Soon telling to his cousins and friends and about over ambition of youth nowadays. “What’s wrong with our house?” she asked with disgust. “Are we not comfortable with it?” No, until the ugly altar of our descendants is there, and the badness of colors is such- the kitchen wall was painted in radiant pink. But Yee Lian maintains good relation in her Mother-in-law she does not said it with her instead she just said it to her sister Yee Yeng; if not, her mother-in-law will know that and sure it’s sharp tongue will function endlessly. The house-the dream house-it’s far from their small terrace house they are living now, and Tay Soon and Yee Lian talk the house so much and it become more elegant in their imagination. A ceiling with thick woods, walls with fine woods; a circle arrangement of living set
Singaporean Short Story
By Catherine Lim
He dreamt about it, he hankered after it like an addict after his opiate. When it came to his mind the idea of big and beautiful house, Tay Soon always think of it until it become his insanity in his life. A house. A house of his dream, just like what his family see every time they pass by in their street behind the elegant subdivision and in pages of Homes and Modern living Magazines. He knows every detail of his dream house from the aluminum sliding door, the perfect color of the carpet in dining room and also the kidney-shaped swimming pool. Yes, kidney-shaped. That is what he likes. Yee Lian, the wife would talk about it for hours to her sister Yee Yeng and their kids would tell their cousins and friends all about it as well. “My dad said if our house is already finished…” Tay Soon nurtured the idea until it becomes a consuming passion of his and his family’s lives. It had become a reality stronger than the reality of the terrace house, which they live and own by mother of Tay Soon who has a small business by selling a bottled curry viand and vegetable pickles. She shakes his head after hearing what the kid of Tay Soon telling to his cousins and friends and about over ambition of youth nowadays. “What’s wrong with our house?” she asked with disgust. “Are we not comfortable with it?” No, until the ugly altar of our descendants is there, and the badness of colors is such- the kitchen wall was painted in radiant pink. But Yee Lian maintains good relation in her Mother-in-law she does not said it with her instead she just said it to her sister Yee Yeng; if not, her mother-in-law will know that and sure it’s sharp tongue will function endlessly. The house-the dream house-it’s far from their small terrace house they are living now, and Tay Soon and Yee Lian talk the house so much and it become more elegant in their imagination. A ceiling with thick woods, walls with fine woods; a circle arrangement of living set