Home dreaming

I dreamt about standing in front of the old dressing table in my parents' room back in Sandakan.

Mum was laying Hainanese chicken in the middle of huge piece of cardboard.

Then she laid two balls of rice on either side of the chicken.

I asked, "How are you going to wrap it up without it spilling?"

Then Mum answered, "Like that lar!"

Ah, home.

Oh and my sister is here. I screamed at her.

Ah, home.