The day after his mother was buried, Mr T.W.Li stood for a long time looking out of his office window high above shenton way.Below him, sunlight fell on the oily water of singapore harbor.He could hear the noise of heavy traffic in the distance. Only just a quarter past five, and his office was silent; the phones were quiet , light were off. It was time to go home
But Mr li was not yet ready to go. He was usually a very busy man,but this afternoon he felt he wanted to just look out of window a little longer. He was tired, and his tie was loose. Like many people of singapore, he looked only as old as he chose to. He kept his hair carefully dyed black, except a little grey. He hoped this madehim look like a man who had inherited his money, not earned it.
But this afternoon mr li looked older than liked. Something worried him. It was bot just that he was saddened by his mother's burial. He had make sure that everything was done in the right way. Even in death,iying in her coffin, his mother looked just as she always did, calm and kind.