My brother
We have a baby at home.
16 years ago he was this infant we held in our hands, sucking from a baby bottle and pooping in diapers and nappies.
When he became a toddler, urging him to cry became one of my favourite past-times. Whenever Mama said he was a naughty boy, I would look into his eyes, mirror his sad face (complete with teary eyes) and fake a whimper, "Poor thing. Juefun is such a poor boy." He would really start to feel wronged and start sobbing. That's how easily hurt our baby is.
Through the years he observed and learnt from all sorts of sources - us, his friends, but most of all from drama serials. Some may say he was a little neglected by his siblings because he was the only boy.
He would display his kungfu skills with his 'sword', 'rod', 'knives' etc., to air. Yes, we totally ignored his performances. It doesn't help too that his sisters are NOT the princess type of girls, if not our screams of fear would have given him some satisfaction at least.
Through the years he has grown in body mass, maybe intelligence too, but deep inside him is still that baby we love. In other words, he hasn't developed much in terms of maturity. Outsiders will feel he has, but the people in the inner circle are the ones who know his baby secrets.
No, I'm not divulging any of them,
but I will consider doing you a favour in exchange for an Iphone 5. How about that?
So last night I dreamt that he was still a toddler and we lost him in the crowd. Wherever we were, it did not look local.
I was worried sick and cried in my dream calling his name.
The feeling was pretty much the same as when I realised he was drowning that day in that boatwreck.
Then he appeared, that silly grin on his face with his nappy soiled with poopoo.
I picked him up to go find a toilet together.
After I woke up this morning, I told him about it.
I've warned you that his maturity is still far from being existent.
And to my dismay, he was still wearing that stupid bear costume today. He said he'll be wearing it forever.
Ok bye!
16 years ago he was this infant we held in our hands, sucking from a baby bottle and pooping in diapers and nappies.
When he became a toddler, urging him to cry became one of my favourite past-times. Whenever Mama said he was a naughty boy, I would look into his eyes, mirror his sad face (complete with teary eyes) and fake a whimper, "Poor thing. Juefun is such a poor boy." He would really start to feel wronged and start sobbing. That's how easily hurt our baby is.
Through the years he observed and learnt from all sorts of sources - us, his friends, but most of all from drama serials. Some may say he was a little neglected by his siblings because he was the only boy.
He would display his kungfu skills with his 'sword', 'rod', 'knives' etc., to air. Yes, we totally ignored his performances. It doesn't help too that his sisters are NOT the princess type of girls, if not our screams of fear would have given him some satisfaction at least.
Through the years he has grown in body mass, maybe intelligence too, but deep inside him is still that baby we love. In other words, he hasn't developed much in terms of maturity. Outsiders will feel he has, but the people in the inner circle are the ones who know his baby secrets.
No, I'm not divulging any of them,
but I will consider doing you a favour in exchange for an Iphone 5. How about that?
So last night I dreamt that he was still a toddler and we lost him in the crowd. Wherever we were, it did not look local.
I was worried sick and cried in my dream calling his name.
The feeling was pretty much the same as when I realised he was drowning that day in that boatwreck.
Then he appeared, that silly grin on his face with his nappy soiled with poopoo.
I picked him up to go find a toilet together.
After I woke up this morning, I told him about it.
I've warned you that his maturity is still far from being existent.
And to my dismay, he was still wearing that stupid bear costume today. He said he'll be wearing it forever.
Ok bye!
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