近年久不久便收到有舊相識離世的消息，不是長輩就是舊同學、或舊同事，令人隱約聽到自己的腳步聲。這是「憶」的第三篇，憶我的老同學「惡霸」。「惡霸」是我給他起的花名……

She didn’t die of Wuhan virus. But, her passing during its ravaging time exacerbated its sadness. The only consolation I had was in 2021, I could stand for a moment of silence at her grave … It was a moment of particular gravity …

她並非死於武漢病毒。可是，她於這段嚴峻的時期離世，令人倍感悲傷。唯一令我稍感安慰的是，在2021年，我能夠到她墓前默默記念她……這是個有重大意義的時刻……

She used to call me “Good Son”（乖仔）. I was 17 when my mom died of cancer.Since then no one called me Good Son, over half a century. Only she. Now she is gone. I am moved to write something to remember her with …

她總是叫我「乖仔」。十七歲那一年，我媽因癌病去世。自此以後，超過半個世紀，沒有人再叫我「乖仔」。除了她。現在連她也走了。我很有感動要寫點甚麼來記念她……