While crossing a busy street on a pedestrian bridge, a deep, unspoken connection formed between the narrator and Laura, his daughter. Despite the absence of words, their bond was palpable, momentarily transcending even the song playing. The full story...
As we were crossing the very busy street of Jalan Sultan on the overhead pedestrian bridge which connected P. J. State to the Registrar of Marriages building, she put her hand around my shoulder, and I put mine around her waist. We didn’t talk, yet much was said. She knew it. And, I knew it. The beautiful song, “Butterfly Kisses” by Bob Carlisle, did not and could not capture those precious…