By 10 am on my bird-day, Mum came in the house
screaming, “My dear child, is it your birthday? Dewi (the girl next
door and seriously is a ‘girl next door’ type) told me it was. She saw it on Pesbuk (Facebook)” my mum comes to kiss me with her nose as a literal Indonesian
interpretation of ‘cium’ as in sniff.
After she kissed me she mumbled ‘Well, it is a Christian
tradition. But doesn’t matter! I’ll give you a present! Do you want an ice
cream? There’s a seller outside’.
Sure. Why not? I nodded.
For a second I though it was the best present I’ve ever had.
My Mum never remembers my birthday, let alone gives me prezzies. So I was gonna
chow down that ice cream on bread like a dog that hasn’t eaten for a day.
My initial reaction:
Then I realized it was Durian flavor. Thus my reaction.
Hhhhh… still one of my best presents eva! Gotta love my Mum!
