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One day, a father told himself that when his son was six, he would give him anything he wanted.

So on his sixth birthday, the father asked his son, “Boy ah, what do you want for your birthday?"

The boy replied, "I want an orange ping pong ball."

So the father gave it to him.

On his seventh birthday, the father asked his son, “Boy ah, what do you want for your birthday?"

The boy replied, "I want an orange ping pong ball."

So the father gave it to him.

On his eighth birthday, the father asked his son, “Boy ah, what do you want for your birthday?"

The boy replied, "I want an orange ping pong ball."

So the father gave it to him.

On his ninth birthday, the father asked his son, “Boy ah, what do you want for your birthday?"

The boy replied, "I want an orange ping pong ball."

So the father gave it to him.

On his tenth birthday, the father asked his son, “Boy ah, what do you want for your birthday?"

The boy replied, "I want an orange ping pong ball."

So the father gave it to him.

On his eleventh birthday, the father asked his son, “Boy ah, what do you want for your birthday?"

The boy replied, "I want an orange ping pong ball."

So the father gave it to him.

On his twelfth birthday, the father asked his son, “Boy ah, it's your PSLE year. Do you want some money to spend?"

The boy replied, "No Dad. I want a red ping pong ball."

So the father gave it to him.

On his thirteenth birthday, the father asked his son, “Boy ah, what do you want for your birthday?"

The boy replied, "I want a red ping pong ball."

So the father gave it to him.

On his fourteenth birthday, the father asked his son, “Boy ah, what do you want for your birthday?"

The boy replied, "I want a red ping pong ball."

So the father gave it to him.

On his fifteenth birthday, the father asked his son, "Boy ah, what do you want for your birthday?"

The boy replied, "I want a red ping pong ball."

So the father gave it to him.

On his sixteenth birthday, the father asked his son, “Boy ah, it's your O level year. Do you want an iPod?"

The boy replied, "No Dad, I want a green ping pong ball."

So the father gave it to him.

On his seventeenth birthday, the father asked his son, “Boy ah, what do you want for your birthday?"

The boy replied, "I want a green ping pong ball."

So the father gave it to him.

On his eighteenth birthday, the father asked his son, “Boy ah, you can finally drive. Do you want a car?"

The boy replied, "No Dad, I want a blue ping pong ball."

So the father gave it to him.

On his nineteenth birthday, the father asked his son, “Boy ah, what do you want for your birthday?"

The boy replied, "I want a blue ping pong ball."

So the father gave it to him.

On his twentieth birthday, the father got so curious. He asked his son, “Boy ah, why do you want so many ping pong balls?"

The boy replied, "I will write you a letter when I'm thirty years old, explaining everything."

The father said, "OK. What do you want for your birthday?"

The son replied, "I want a white ping pong ball."

So the father gave it to him.

On his twenty-first birthday, the father asked his son, “Boy ah, what do you want for your birthday?"

The boy replied, "I want a white ping pong ball."

So the father gave it to him.

On his twenty-second birthday, the father asked his son, "Boy ah, what do you want for your birthday?"

The boy replied, "I want a white ping pong ball."

So the father gave it to him.

On his twenty-third birthday, the father asked his son, “Boy ah, what do you want for your birthday?"

The boy replied, "I want a white ping pong ball."

So the father gave it to him.

On his twenty-fourth birthday, the father asked his son, “Boy ah, what do you want for your birthday?"

The boy replied, "I want a white ping pong ball."

So the father gave it to him.

On his twenty-fifth birthday, the impatient father told his son, “Boy ah, remember the letter in five years, ok?"

The boy replied, "Yes Dad. I want an orange ping pong ball."

So the father gave it to him.

On his twenty-sixth birthday, the father asked his son, “Boy ah, what do you want for your birthday?"

The boy replied, "I want an orange ping pong ball."

So the father gave it to him.

On his twenty-seventh birthday, the father asked his son, "Boy ah, what do you want for your birthday?"

The boy replied, "I want an orange ping pong ball."

So the father gave it to him.

On his twenty-eighth birthday, the father asked his son, “Boy ah, what do you want for your birthday?"

The boy replied, "I want an orange ping pong ball."

So the father gave it to him.

On his twenty-ninth birthday, the father told his son, “Boy ah, remember that letter next year, ok?"

The boy replied, "Yes Dad. I want an orange ping pong ball."

So the father gave it to him.

On his thirtieth birthday, the father told his son, “Boy ah, remember that letter?"

The boy replied, "Yes Dad, it's on your office table. I want an orange ping pong ball."

So the father gave it to him.

Unfortunately, while going home, the son died. The father was so upset that he mourned for a whole week. When he finally went to his office, he saw the letter and was happier, thinking, I shall finally know what my son wanted.

Just as he was going to open the letter, a gust of wind blew it out of the window.

The father ran down twenty flights of stairs and started chasing the letter. Finally it landed in the drain.

The father caught up with the letter. He was so happy. Opening the letter, he felt a moment of anticipation. He looked at it.

THE INK WAS ALL SMUDGED! So he never knew why the son wanted all those ping pong balls.

~THE END~