My maternal grandfather, whom I call 公 (pronounced Ah Gong in Teochew), was diagnosed with lung cancer a few months ago.
As such, he had extreme hemoptysis just after my two-week holiday break. Knowing that his condition was starting to worsen, Mum and her siblings haphazardly visited him in Soc Trang.
We began our foray in Town Hall at noon, sauntering down to Circular Quay, where the pilgrims were starting to build up in mass numbers along the edge. Overhead was a computerised woman’s voice, admonishing pilgrims: “Wash your hands before you eat.”
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This week Helen, Joanna, Karen, Patricia, Shirley, Van and I went over to Jessica’s house.
After I finished eating breakfast, I received a phone call from Joanna to pick her and the others up from the train station.
Five minutes later, she called again to tell me that they changed their minds and would be going to Jessica’s dwelling by train themselves.
I was the first person to arrive at her house, whereby she gave me an official tour of it.
Leaving her sisters (Jennifer and Catherine) home alone (I told them to be extra vigilant!), the eight of us walked over to the video hire store.
Without thinking, I yelled out:
Why are we walking into a liquor store?!