Last weekend I had The Visit from my parents. As usual, I’d be hoovering the place 2 hours prior to their grand arrival and getting the clean sheets in the guest bedroom. This time my younger sister tagged along together with her 2 year old son, Adil. I stocked the fridge with yogurt drinks for my dear nephew and loads of snacks for my sister. They love to eat. They’d be looking for food at midnight.

The main agenda for The Visit was actually to the Johor Premium Outlet (JPO). Although in the end, only my parents went. I didn’t think Hazeeq would enjoy being all cramped up in the car for 2 hours. Adil on the other hand was a handful. He’s like an energizer bunny on an automated recharge mode. He never gets worned out. So parents went on their date to JPO. My sister and I just shopped at the nearby Tesco for new clothes and scarves.

It was only later in the evening when the parents finally came back. We were in the middle of enjoying our tea with cekodok pisang when suddenly two big plastic bags fell on our laps. One each. My sister and I, both in our early 30s and late 20s, both earning our own paychecks, both have babies of our own were grinning cheekily at the Fossil shopping bag.

‘ooooooouhhhhh.. gifts!’

Immediately, it was like an edited scene out of Frozen as Princess Anna (my sister) and Queen Elsa (et moi) became super excited with our presents. They were both handbags of the same colour and size. The parents did not want us to fight over the colour of the bag. Not that we will pun , kan? he he..

Both of us were elated with the handbag and stuck to the rule. The rule of just saying a big hearty thank you and never ask why. Cause we know – in our parents eyes, we are forever their daughters.

Thanks Mom. Thanks Dad.