As the elders fumbled over how my cousin's almost pre-schooler should address me (I suggested the technically correct and easy to remember yi-yi - pinyin for 姨姨 - but was frowned upon) this afternoon, I found myself wondering if the little fella will remember me next year this time. To date, I don't think I know his full name or how old he is. The irony is, even my mum isn't exactly sure what his full name is...
The strange thing about my once-a-year visitation is how some relatives are so excited about the festival: nothing short of small chats to party poppers (no kidding!) to overfeeding guests with the ever-familiar CNY goodies. But today, I found myself somewhat strangely envious of that kind of enthusiasm for I totally dread the de rigueur my mum maintains for as long as I can remember.
And at the end of the 2-day holiday, despite being overstuffed and worn out, I still am in stupefaction of my 2-dollar ang-pow...
The strange thing about my once-a-year visitation is how some relatives are so excited about the festival: nothing short of small chats to party poppers (no kidding!) to overfeeding guests with the ever-familiar CNY goodies. But today, I found myself somewhat strangely envious of that kind of enthusiasm for I totally dread the de rigueur my mum maintains for as long as I can remember.
And at the end of the 2-day holiday, despite being overstuffed and worn out, I still am in stupefaction of my 2-dollar ang-pow...
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