3 - When You Have 16 Grandkids

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Me: I am 64 and I have 16 grandkids.

Nobody: Well, good job. Must be really noisy and fun.

Me: Er, nope. Too noisy and the living room, dining room, rooms, literally cannot be seen. You have to kuak lentang to reach the toilet. Everything is everywhere. Can you believe it?

Nobody: But you still love to hug them.

Me: Of course I love it. (Just the wangi ones).

Me: (Thinking aloud) A family at a time, ok. Tidy up after everything before you leave.

*They left after a few hour. All gone home. 

Me again: Krik, Krik, Krik. Where did they go? go? go? go? My voice echoing. 

Me after the quietness: calling them on the phone. When are you coming to see Nainai/Grandma/Mimo/ Nenek/ Halmoni, again?


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Vista Seri Putra,

Kajang

3.7.25

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