It was tuesday morning, it was raining, the expressway is jammed with heavy traffic, the electronic board highlighted there was a traffic accident in front.

 

The speed slow to crawling speed, estimated 5 km/hr when there is a chance to move forward.

 

As my car inched forward, stopping , I felt there is a slight bump , I went down to look, the car behind bump into my car, probably at speed of 5 km/hr.

 

I quickly checked and found no dent on the car bumper,only slight scratches, the door can open, the support beam is ok, the back light is ok.

 

I let him go since it was rainning heavily and the jam was really heavy.

 

I don't care much about my car outlook anymore, since the day my car was scratched by this uncle trying to help a friend moved house, with my then new car.

 

The scratch is there, it is on the surface, superficial, it is only skin deep, it is trivial compared with the hurt inside.

 

It is gone, but the heart is there, but you won't know, or you refuse to know.

 

All these years, when things turn bad, you only hide, change email addresse, moving house, change Handphone no, you are running away from problem instead of face up to it, you can run, you are running from people who help you, you ignore them as if they are complete stranger, since all these people have no more value to you,  you can hide, you pretend you did not see your friend, with the internet age, boundary seems nearer, one day it is going to catch up with you and come and bite you where it hurt most.