Papa thinks!!

Papa saw you today, you looked just a bit taller but just as skinny. So Papa picked you up at BSC, and took you to the “playground” upstairs for you to bounce around. Then Papa decided to take you to Damas so as to buy some clothes for you.

Surprise!! We bumped into the wife of one of Papa's friends just a we were going in. So we had lunch with her at some japanese restaurant. Papa just sat back and watched as you regaled her with stories of you seeing lions in the jungle at night. Ah then , you did mention it was only a dream in the end, so I guess that lets you off the hook. And the food was to your liking, although you made no pronouncement of “yummy” this time.

Then it was off to looking for clothes. Not too chinese-new-year-ish, so no reds , no pinks even. One colourful indian-blue dress, one japanese label off-white gown, one cute white Tee with the words “LOVE” emblazoned on the front, with a crucifix cut-off at the back and one spotted hippy-like long-sleeve dress that you called “comfy” the moment you stepped out of the changing-room.

Then we had tea, when Papa decided that perhaps you should be off to Mama before she made noise. Hmm, as soon as Papa told you that, you decided to see the toys at TOYS-R-US. And you wouldn't leave. Out from the toyshop, you wanted to see the pet-shop. And then you didn't really want to leave either.

P: “What's wrong girl?? We got to go now, why do you look so unhappy??

S: “I don't want Daddy to leave me...I don't want to sit in the house...”

Doink!! So all the times you kept asking Papa to take you places when it was time to go back to Mama, you were just trying to squeeze more time together .

Well Papa drives you back to BSC, and you fell asleep in the car and Papa has to carry you to the cafe, where you sleep on Papa while Papa tries not to move around too much on the sofa. Your eyes are closed until Mama came to fetch you, then Papa left you for a while with Mama as Papa had to pick up your bag from the car. When Papa came back, you looked so pale and sad and beaten down, there were tears about to well up in your eyes. (Sounds like a Drama Minggu Ini.)

Papa hugged you.

P: “Don't cry ok...Papa will see you next week ok??”

S: “...Papaaaa...”

P: “Papa will give you a big hug... you mustn't cry...” [Tears welling up]

Oh dear.

Less than one hour later, Papa gets a call.

M: “You lost her hair-band! That lady-friend of yours took it off. Hairbands are very expensive, I want it back...”

Huh?? The hairband was on you even when you were sleeping on Papa. Papa knows because he couldn't run his fingers in your hair then. How did Mama know? Has Mama got sixth sense, or did she grill you??