Sotong-ball overdose. Mom's pig stomach's soup. Mahjong rounds (and the subsequent craving). Endless rides on the bus and the train with J. Sweaty armpits. Bloated feet. "Huat zai" kuehs. Cousins with forgotten names. Long-lost childhood playmates.
And most of all...
Kids..
Baby Tyler, born on a day where no one would sell balloons, all of three-point-seven kilos. I don't know how you packed that all in you for the last nine months, but congratulations, Mama Hapyfish!
Dogs...
Food...
The last meal.
People...
And a birthday girl.
Five days of everything, five days of nothing.
I didn't want to go. But I also wanted to go.
I have only two simple wishes.
身体健康。新年快乐。
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