WEDNESDAY is the happiest day of the week for Hsien Wei. He gets home at 2pm, instead of the usual 4pm, sometimes even 5pm. Last Wednesday, however, was not a happy day, far from it. The last anyone saw him conscious was Uncle Wan and his five-year-old granddaughter, Jenny, his neighbors four doors away. They waved hello and goodbye to him just by the playground beside their Jurong East home at Block 421.
Hsien Wei, as usual, was walking briskly, excited at the prospect of a quick lunch and then a few rounds of “League of Legends.” Just as he was about to step into the void deck, a bottle came crashing down on him. He collapsed, his left cheek pressed against the ground and his neck whipped grotesquely backwards. His arms were sprawled out and his backpack weighed down on his crumpled body. Continue reading