Over Whatsapp, my older cousin sister-turned-Penangite was requesting for the tortilla wrap dish she saw on my Facebook photo album last week. I distastefully puckered my lips for a bit, balancing the pencil between the outer lip and my nose. I owed her my time at Penang when I took TOEFL a while back. It is understood that I have to do some grocery shopping as she continued to announce her expected arrival. Sunday seemed legit, since her mother's birthday is the following weekend and they wish to celebrate together. More importantly, cousin and her new found family (husband and son) would like to visit Mid Valley and of all the given days in a week, they pick the busiest one. I need not wish her good luck, she didn't seem to need one. This cousin of mine has always been the headstrong type, complimenting the more reserved Jefferey.
"Xie xie," nineteen month old Eugene said as he passed me a pillow. The golden apple of my aunt's eye is officially the youngest member in the family (even as I combine both parent's sides) and is a sight to behold because of his seemingly gravity-defying hairdo. It is undeniably natural, but odd. In fact, he sleeps more often than my youngest cousin sister. Relatives are beginning to compare him with my own brother, Sean. Either way, the presence of a baby can drastically change relationships. I noticed the tension between my cousin sister and aunt had relatively decreased, although still (perhaps) linger unnoticeable underneath all that baby doting. This info I wouldn't know for sure, tho my hunch is almost always correct.
As for her older brother, I express great disappointment in him. Twas your mother's birthday, yet you won't even want to fork out a lil extra for a bigger and more presentable looking cake? The one you bought was extremely small for a sixty year old's special day and to top that off, it was the same cake we brought down for Mother's Day. How original of him, despite my offer to chip in. I even know where he picked the green tea cake from. Even birthday girl was commenting about its size, I was speechless. Let me ask you, dear readers, would you ever serve 1/2 kg for a company of nine (minus one baby)?
Exposureless,
Vonnie S.
Vonnie S.
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