I am truly blessed to have nice and caring cab drivers who send me home.

I flagged a cab around Ang Mo Kio at about 4.30 earlier in the morning and not having any rest the night before, I dozed in and out of sleep on the ride back. As the driver neared my neighbourhood, I just instructed him which carpark to turn into.

“Eh, uncle, turn left over here. Then turn right into the first carpark.”

“Oh, okay.”

As he neared the lift lobby of my block, I told him it was fine to drop me off.

“Wah, zhe ge shi jian hai zhe mo duo ren ar?” He was wondering why there were still a number of people loitering around my block at this ungodly hour.

“Eh, dui lor.” I could only agree with him lamely.

“Ni yao xiao xin hor.” He told me to be careful. “Lai, suan ni shi qi kuai jiu ke yi le.”

After paying him 17 dollars for my fare, I thanked him once again and opened the door.

“Wo kan ni sang qu ba.” How nice of him to watch me go up my block.

I gave a slightly sheepish grin and laughed off-handedly as I thanked him.

“Xie xie, uncle.”

I walked towards my block and turned towards the stairs. Before I completely disappeared from my cab driver’s view, I turned back to give him a smile and a wave. He waved back and smiled, too.

Then, I walked up to my apartment.