I was trying to catch one of my luxurious thursday afternoon naps just now when my grandma intercom-ed me to her room.
She started chatting with me, saying how my grandpa's angry at me for giving them money and wants me to just be a good girl. Be more disciplined, not so lazy blah blah blah. It became one of our afternoon chats, and she took out all her stuff to show me.
She has all these old notes which she kept for many many years. I don't think I'll ever keep these notes. I would rather someone else keep it for me, cos if I had them in my cupboard, I would be telling myself "I'm rich, but I just can't spend these money".
She started chatting with me, saying how my grandpa's angry at me for giving them money and wants me to just be a good girl. Be more disciplined, not so lazy blah blah blah. It became one of our afternoon chats, and she took out all her stuff to show me.
She has all these old notes which she kept for many many years. I don't think I'll ever keep these notes. I would rather someone else keep it for me, cos if I had them in my cupboard, I would be telling myself "I'm rich, but I just can't spend these money".
She was a pretty lady, at the age of 24.
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