Sundays

On Sundays, when my father was well enough, we usually called two rickshaws and me, my sister, and mom and dad would go to an old restaurant in the city. It was called Tip Top. My favorite was the delicious chicken steak followed by ice-cream for dessert. After dinner we walked down the street and we usually stopped by at the small bookseller’s stall. It wasn’t even a shop, but it had what we wanted. Reader’s Digest for my father, and Famous Five for me and my sister. Sometimes we went to Hoya, the biggest toy and stationary store in town. The toys were too expensive to buy so we only bought a fancy pencil or two at a time.