In living room, dad and I,
‘How’s your exam?’
‘Dreadful.’
‘Then?’
‘I might not able to enter local u.’
‘Then how?’
‘Ok, I can sit for another exam. Don’t worry about me.’
Half way of studying, texting kor kor,
‘I think you’re right, everything you have told me.’
‘I’ve told you so many things, which one?’
‘Everything. Especially the one you encourage me to head for a direction that’s more suitable for me.’
In a boutique, mum and I,
‘Mum, how do I look?’
‘How do you think? You like it?’ She smiled and asked me back.
‘Yea, but don’t you think this bf-shirt is a little too big for me?’
‘It’s free-size, isn’t it?’
‘Ok, I want this.’
On the way home,
‘Mum, how do you think of being a writer?’
‘Ok ah.’
In dining room, little brother and I,
‘Sis, I don’t think you will stay in a same field for a long time. You are just not that type of girl, you are so changeable.’
‘Yea, how do you know it?’
‘See I know you well.’
Struggling.
