I heard my mom laughing outside my room just now.
She rarely comes upstairs, and I was a little scared she might scold me for having a messy bookshelf and bed and room, basically everything that is of my territory.
But no sound of complaint came from her mouth, instead just laughter.
I went outside, and my youngest brother said "Cuba tengok mak".
My mom was hula-hooping.
Monday, January 26, 2009
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