“You have not been sleeping properly, have you?” she asked me, her face trying to look stern, I almost laughed. I didn’t say anything. “And you had Maggi at 4.30 in the morning?”
“Yup, I did,” I admitted my guilt. There was no point for me to deny that one. The empty bowl she found by the kitchen sink this morning was evident of my bad habit of eating late at night.
“We must do something about this late night meals of yours,” she began. “I don’t want to see you grow bigger!”
I looked at her innocently and asked, “But what if it gets bigger down there?”
“Ah, like that okay la,” she replied with a smile, then spanked me hard. “But that is wishful thinking, isn’t it?”
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