For my birthday, my mom's extorting me for a treat to shark's fin.
Let's go celebrate your birthday, she suddenly blurted.
Ok, sure. The usual wrangling to find a dinner slot where everyone's free & willing ensued.
My birthday, so your treat right, I parried.
No, the birthday boy supposed to treat what. Eh, let's go for shark's fin lah. Only $25 a bowl per person. Never mind, we can order 2 bowls and share.
She grinned, wrinkles & all.
WAH!
It's got cartillage, she added, good for the knees.
Alamak, first pummel with birthday obligations, next corner with the filial piety card - she knows tt I know she's got leg problems.
She's great, isn't she? Love you, mom.
2 comments:
Happy Birthday again!!
Thanks! :)
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