last thursday i bumped into parents as i was leaving for melaka. they were standing at the foot of the stairs, grinning like a couple of love-stoned teens.
dad handed some money to mum and announced, not without a lot of pride, '' i'm a money making machine.''
mum practically giggled. their eyes were so creased, they were practically cartoon slits.
'' who's a money making machine?'' i couldn't help but smile back at them. [i swore never to talk to mum again after our last argument.]
'' me!'' dad looked so pleased with himself that i couldn't help hugging him and air kissing his cheek. i think he was surprised. i wish they could be happy like that all the time :)