Sometimes Weng took his father to hear karaoke
in Tiantan Park.

There was a singer Weng liked who always put his hand

on Mr. Fun’s shoulder at the end of a song,

as though the words had been written with his story in mind.

The attention made his father eat more
and comb his hair on Sunday

the way he did when Mrs. Fun was alive.

The singer encouraged people to clap along too,

so that Mr. Fun could hear there were others.