We are back

Woke up at 2am to nothing and can't go back to sleep. So, I'm going to just write. Hehe.

Firstly, coz mum came to help us out when we were away, our home is sparkling clean now (except the floor but this is needless to say. Hehe)! She was supposed to be here to kio sai (pick up dog poop) but when she had nothing to pick, she cleaned!

Windows are cleaned, bedsheets washed and all other laundry done, kitchen hood, hob, cabinet top, furniture tops wiped, even the bath tub is clean. I think I have the best mum in the world, despite our differences. Despite her lack of education and class, and despite me showing her less appreciation than she more than deserves.

My mum should be many many 'classes' superior to other mums who really over rate their own selves as mothers (got story again, but it's nothing new). I hope to be a mum to the kiddos like mine is to me.

But why should human beings be 'classed'? How do we class ourselves? Which race has a higher price tag than another, and why? It affects me to no end, how some would treat their own siblings according to their financial capabilities.

It was all praises for a sis with rich kids. Even the DIL of that sis was impressive. The other sis at the other end of the financial scale was treated so obviously different! She was often being told (by the same terribly tactless high and mighty sister of hers) how her the sons will not go far in life, how unattractive her potential DIL is, and nothing else encouraging.

I, personally, do not appreciate a sister like that. But that's just me.

"Ask your son to go sit elsewhere la!", because she wants someone 'classier' to sit at the same table, giving no respect to the pre-arranged sitting list, nor the mother of that 'son' or even the wedding couple. She's the typical troublemaker we would hate to have at our wedding 7 years ago.

It's preposterous how even believing in the Lord has raised her 'status'! That is terribly twisted, to treat the poorer with disdain but fellow believers, especially well to do ones with respect.

"Let him sit at the back la! Why should I give the front seat to him?" To her, he's nobody to be sitting beside the driver. 'Nobody-s' are supposed to humbly accept what is on their plate. It didn't occur to her that the young man with his superior sense of direction to hers, will be of more help than she can ever be, to the driver! She didn't even recognise the cars we were travelling with, for goodness sake..... And for another good reason she should probably keep quiet and just sit behind: people with longer legs usually, and naturally get the front passenger seat.

Why did she have to behave that prideful?? She tells me relatives have to meet often to maintain the bond. Is this how one should be treating people they claim to love and maintain family bond?

Every time we have a family gathering there, she will never fail to speak with her "you-should-feel-honoured-I-come-all-the-way-from-Singapore" slang. It is very offending.

"Singaporean babies are more precious." HUH!? All babies are precious to their parents, regardless of citizenship, are they not supposed to be?

hmm....

News number 2 and moving on to something more positive, Andy is back!

He reached last evening at 5.07pm, 30 mins before scheduled time of arrival. We weren't informed earlier, so Mr Liow went for his much-needed foot reflexology after the drive back. The minute he saw my sms about Andy's return, he asked the masseur to stop and rushed back to pick us.

Only when we reached the airport did my dear brother tell us his friend was there to fetch him too.

It's a pity we didn't get to receive him at the gates, and we missed the media too. Hehe! We left without fetching him since he didn't need us. The most important thing was, he is now safely back is Singapore! THANK GOD.

And to end with something sweet, AN tried to speak as reassuringly as she could during breakfast yesterday:

Worried that Mr Liow was sick when he took a bite of her fried dough (you tiao, or you char kway), she gently touched the daddy's elbow and told him: "Daddy, I love you, but I don't want to share food with you because you are sick and I don't want to fall sick again."

She didn't want him to get the wrong idea but got the message across. Sweet and simple. Hehe.