Every morning I will bump into my neighbour who picks up his father for his daily visits to the government clinic.
I would hear,  "Pa!Open the door! " followed by the sound a squealing wheelchair.

 I would make every effort to make eye contact and try to be neighbourly friendly.
Unfortunately, this was awkwardly one-sided.
I guess, in urban places, it's common that people would rather keep to themselves.
Still, I wouldn't give up.
I will still greet them with a smile despite the cold awkwardness.

Today, he smiled back.
And he asked me if I'm going to school, or work.

Jing ! Jing ! Jing !

I'm bloated with pride !