The table was charmingly set with local Chinese cuisine dishes, my mouth was literally creating a track of saliva on the side of my mouth. Before my mother started calling out for our names, I had my eyes and hands moved busily around the table and even my nose was following the scent of the food. My nostrils were opening and closing like a whale got itself onto the land and had a hard time to catch its breath.
“Please wash your hands, young man!”
“Yes, mom.”
“You and your hungry-ghost liked behaviour, can’t wait is it?” quipped my sister moving gracefully across the room gracefully with the cooked dishes on her hands. I can’t imagine what could happen if she hadn’t been practicing for these years in the kitchen.
“Hmm, why are we having such a big fish? I asked only to take time to amuse them and quickly got my two sticks to grab hold of the fish meat.
“Young man, the fish is for all of us to heal our inner emotional pain, if you have, but if you do not have any of the pain, then it is good for your health,” she returned with a smile that I recently seen it from the Chinese Daily, quite strange and unfamiliar.
Since the day we were told that we had to pack and leave within this week, I had been experiencing a feeling of despair and not sure if this would be my last chance to see my friends or my spot by the river.
The morning sun had always been a friend by my window which organised my day in way that would required me to think only about the day ahead by the river. Not even work. Impudence to my work and I found it challenging; not because it took me away from work but; it inactively allowed me to stay by river not allowing a single numbering was to creep in to haunt me timelessly.
The battle out there was horrendously disturbing the neighbourhood, the mothers, the children and us the growing ups. I wondered if I would to hold a campaign about how to improve on calculation your business debts then maybe the soldiers might want to hear me out and forget about the whole terrorising drive.
“Ooi, you almost step on my drawings!” Emily shrieked as if an elephant was about to step on her.
“Oops, didn’t mean to, sorry, what’s that you’re drawing?” I said curving my head scantly to get a better view what was it on the paper, which seemed a bit like a snake on top of a tortoise.
“Nah, it is just a picture of the rabbit and tortoise race. Nothing to do until mom is ready to go down to the market to get her luggage bag.”
“What? Where is she now? Are you serious about the whole fleeing matter to Thailand?” I snapped with a raised on one eyebrow, still couldn’t accept the fact that we were leaving this weekend and the picture seemed more like a race now to me.
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