Mok simply did it because I
am a self-proclaimed (something like Sultan Sulu) Mok’s favourite grand daughter. Wahah! Of course it
has to be self-proclaimed for how I wish to be one.
But the truth of the matter
is Mok doesn’t have any favourite. She loves her grand children all the same.
You could be the prettiest,
semi-pretty, the smartest, semi-smart, the one whom regularly spare her some
cash, the one whom sometimes does, sometimes doesn’t or even none at all, it
doesn’t matter to her. Trust me, I know it very well.
For anyone to visit her, all
will get the same treatment and the most common would be “GO – EAT. GO – EAT.
Come, lets eat” Over and over again.
There’s no way for her to
compare her grandchildren to one another. She always thinks good of everybody
and believes in giving people chances, whenever we have gone bad. She’s strict
during her young days and may not be the kind of grandmother whom hugs and
kisses, but deep in her heart, I know she loves us so much.
Now, Story about the toaster
:
Mok came to our ‘new’ pad for
a short stay during the Chinese New Year break. As usual we chit-chat on a lot
of stuff and one of it I told her how I love toast bread. I already had couple
of toasters during my marriage life that had gone kaput on me, which shows how
much they were in used. My one and only rice cooker on the other hand, has
lasted for years. It is actually been inherited from Harris being most eligible
bachelor days. Still working good till now which only shows one thing – it’s hardly
being used.
Mok told me, she has a new
toaster back home in Kota Bharu that my Ayah Ngoh won over a tennis match. (Not
bad, huh? my uncle, playing tennis at 50+++ age and still winning). She without
any hesitation said that she wanted me to have the toaster. Reason being, the
entire household back there hardly eat toast bread. Even if they want, there’s
already another toaster that could do the work. I know that another toaster, it
could be the same age as me! So old gadget. Really, I had toasters done by the
very same when I was a kid.
Perfect Sunday breakfast for
me.
I really hope this one will
last long.
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