and both of us chatted long on the topic then...talked about how the painfully sweet and full of bruises childhood created most of our memories back then...
Being a bunch of small rascals and peculiarly you find us lil' girls instead of boy; we never let our mom have a day of rest...for every now and then she will have to send us to hospital to get some stitches done...either to jaw, ears, finger, knee or toes...
We shared on how unique my mom's parenting style~ we get injured...run to her...get beaten up first...then finally send to hospital...so each and everyone of us 5 siblings here will get the same fate should we get ourselves hurt one way or the other...
We laughed on how Ying used to get herself a double stitching job performed for the same wound on her jaw...for the sake of gluttony over an apple...
We giggled on how the publicly known "Refugee" back then has now becoming ADOS for a world-class renowned HR Hotel...
We chuckled at how we terribly skinned and peeled ourselves yet did not have the nerve to surrender our wound to mom~
Those were the days...days playing around gutters, days of rope-skipping, days of barbie dolls and days of worries-free...blanketed with mom's loud caring voice and showered with toiled lovely hands of hers.
In a blink...we are now all adults; each with own lifestyles and career; some with family of their own as well...how time flies!