i watch suspiciously as dad walks in cheekily through that door.
'who are they? your friends?' dad asks mum, as he takes a glance at the four formally-dressed vietnamese ladies seated elegantly at our green couch, along with a finger-pointing gesture.
mum, totally wide-eyed, returns dad with a disapproving look, then dad bursts out laughing as his friends look at him, all stunned in bewilderment.
too often, i wonder when my dad will grow up.
but i guess, never.
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erm i dont get it. tho it sounds funny heh
ha could not place it into words. bad writing these days.
those vietnamese ladies were dad's friends. my mum doesn't even know them actually, met them for the first time that day, but they arrived at our house before my dad did. and my silly dad role-played and pretended not to know them at all.
isn't he childish? i tend to forget his real age these days.
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