He stared at the screen, thumb hovering over the red text. Three weeks. Three weeks of navigating the labyrinthine OneService portal, of blurry NRIC scans and selfies that refused to align with the digital frame. All for a piece of paper that would let him drive a private hire car.
Jun Wei looked at the PDVL card. Then at his son. “Not fly, buddy. But I’ll drive. Carefully. And every night, I’ll come home.” pdvl license application
Two weeks later, the physical card arrived. White, with a LTA logo and his photo—a slightly thinner, more tired version of the man who’d started this journey. He held it like a winning lottery ticket. He stared at the screen, thumb hovering over the red text