I love my mother a lot. I don't love her to death, but sometimes I wish I could.
(knowhatimean?)
This one's not about her, though. It's about me and my grossly limited ability to drive anywhere new.
I had to go to Kelana Jaya today and since I am notoriously horrible with navigation and finding my way to places, I asked her for directions.
She was in the kitchen that morning when I went to find her.
“Are you going out today?” I asked.
“I'm going to Malacca, right?” she asked me back. I guess she knows I'm training to be a psychic.
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