Good bye Miri

I used to wait inside the car with father when mum went to buy wet stuff at fish market across the road. The weather was hot, our car's air con was not functioning well, producing hot air instead of cooling one. Father sometimes would go buy lottery then i would be alone. I looked out from the car window, the row of shoplots across the road, there was a clinic where i used to go and see the doctor - those tiny to small matters. The doctor was soft spoken and his voice was a bit rough. There was a handphone shop along the side where we parked, father bought a handphone for 300+ there, second hand, those pretty big one - like a brick or toss-at-pickpockets weapon. The town center has got more than 20 years of history, buildings and structures naturally planted themself to the land like fossils, as if they were there they since the land was found, blended and mixed so well to surrounding. People were so used to it. People were all over the place, walking down the street, standing waiting for public transports, shopping, buying household items, bargaining for price, and people were chatting out in the old cafe. All so noisy, lively, comfortable and natural. What has the big hands got to do to this familiar place belongs to all the people? Destruction of sentimental valued item for mere egoistic total revamp. And why not we name her a new name? since very soon she will lost her identity and no one of our new generation will ever still remember the good old her. Time overlapping time. Sands, bricks and cement bury her alive, without giving her chance to protest. There, good bye to my old town.