Morning Thoughts

This morning while finishing my shower I overheard a conversation going between a lady and some children outside the student care centre below my block. Being a resident on the 1st floor, I get to hear any conversation that goes beyond a certain level regularly.

The conversations were spoken in Mandarin.

*mumble... mumble... mumble..*

"Aunty where are you going?"

"Aunty is going to go drink coffee with uncle"

"EEEEeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!" The children screamed collectively.

Amused by this simple yet childlike conversation, I peeped down from my toilet window (yeah, I'm a peeping Tom-girl, so what?!). The lady in red went on to board a passenger van, leaving the kids to go into the centre. I concluded that the lady is responsible for sending the children to the centre.

Arh, the kids are still at that age where BGR is still such a touchy subject. Sheer innocence :)

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Now that my 2nd sister is no longer living with us (that was more than 8 months ago, Gosh!), and that there is only:

1 young adult man
1 old man
1 adult lady
1 old lady

I don't understand why do I still find my brother or father's underwear in my room, or my brother will find my mother/mine underwear in his wardrobe.

Anybody got an answer for that?