Hello Son,
This morning (Saturday), Dad and Mom were supposed to go biking.
Dad had said the night before that we would leave at 7:30am.
Mom got up about 7.05 am.
Dad said that biking is cancelled. Your father wanted to sleep in.
Lol.
Mom was somewhat relieved.
Heehee.
Your mother went swimming instead.
At 9am.
Dad was still sleeping.
So anyway ...
After her swim, Mom came back to the house. Dad was up.
Mom suggested we go out for lunch.
Another celebration for Father's Day.
Dad said okay.
So at 12pm, thereabouts ... Dad and Mom drove to the mall. Grandma wanted to get bedsheets for Aunty J (arriving in KL from USA the coming Tuesday).
At the mall, Grandma went on her own way. She had already taken her lunch, Grandma said.
So Dad and Mom went to Rockyu.
Japanese BBQ.
Table A2.
Hmmm.
ANGEL?
No. 2 ... as in "I'm number 2..."
(words you used to say when you were little)
On closer inspection, Mom noticed the numbers on the left of the scan-the-menu sheet :
Date : 20/06/2026
Mom's head went straight into her decoding mode.
Decode :
20 06 2026
222 66
42 12
21 21
Secret smile.
A quiet HeeHee burst silently in her heart.
Mom looked at the time.
Time: 12:48 pm
Decode:
12 48
21 84
21 21
Her angel numbers were dancing before your mother's eyes.
Clearly, Daniel ...
you were with your parents at the time, celebrating together ... with Dad and Mom.
ZAP ZAP ZAP!!
Here's Dad.
We had several trays of bacon.
Sausages will yummy too.
So delicious.
So juicy ... and high fat.
The chicken wings were excellent too.
Our stack of trays.
Dad said he really enjoyed the BBQ.
Mouth watering ...
We didn't need that much sauce.
We are eating all we can.
Duck meat and pork bacon.
See our mini desserts.
So cute.
We took a few selfies.
Mom looked through and thought to herself ...
Sigh, she looks terrible ... her eyes are too small ... her hair too flat ...
Mom deleted the photos (of Mom with Dad) ... leaving the 3 above ... to send to your sister.
Mom said to Dad, "You should have used your camera with the filter ..."
Lol.
Yeah, Dad's camera has a magic filter that takes nicer and more youthful portraits.
As we were finishing our desserts, Grandma called and asked us to meet her at the home living department. Grandma wanted your mother's opinion on the bedsheets.
We had the best lunch.
It was really good.
So anyway ...
We made our way to the home living store.
At the home living section, Mom made her way to the brand AKEMI. Grandma likes to buy this brand of beddings.
Approaching AKEMI, Mom spotted Grandma. A salesgirl was attending to your grandmother.
The sales girl saw Mom walking over ... gave your mother a big smile and said out loud,
"Ahh Madam (Grandma), your daughter is really pretty ..."
Huh?
Grandma turned around and saw Mom.
Apparently, Grandma had told the sales girl that Grandma was "waiting for her daughter" ... and the salesgirl then pointed to a few passers-by and asked
"Is that your daughter?"
To which Grandma impatiently replied "No," and added :
"My daughter is pretty ..."
That's how the pretty thing came about.
Mom listened to the banter going on between Grandma and the sales girl... with interest. They were laughing and repeating that pretty line again and again.
Huh.
You don't say.
Why ...
A few minutes ago, Mom had thought herself to look terrible and suddenly, someone tells her she looks "pretty" ?
That sounds mighty suspicious, even to Mom.
Hahaha.
Omg.
That's her Son, Mom was sure of that.
More eviDANS followed.
Grandma decided to get the bedsheets. The sales girl asked Mom if Mom was a member of the store.
Mom said yes, but she left the member card at home.
The salesgirl said : "Never mind. Just open the app."
The sales girl brought Mom to the cashier and asked the cashier to help Mom do the necessary to open the store's app.
While this was happening, the sales girl asked Mom :
"How many children do you have?"
Normally, Mom would always answer "two" ...
but today, she heard herself answering "one" ...
followed by a very guilty whisper to her Son ...
"Mom is really sorry about that, Daniel ..."
Your mother didn't want to go into the "I have two children ... but one lives in heaven ..." scenario.
You can understand that, right?
It's not the time ...
For that kind of sharing ...
So anyway ...
A few minutes later, the app is on your mother's handphone.
Apparently, there is a RM10 voucher to be redeemed.
Oh.
Ok.
Nice.
Free money.
Haha.
FREE ...
Free??
That's you.
Mom thought of your pink t-shirt that has the words FREE on it.
Heehee.
ZAP ZAP ZAP!!
You certainly made your presence felt, Son.
Grandma could have just gotten that app herself ...
but no, your grandmother had to summon Mom up to receive that FREE voucher ....
and also to listen to that pretty line that was meant for her ...
and her alone ...
right after she criticised her own looks.
Mom had to smile.
Flashback ...
To when Justine and you were very young.
Preschool age.
Mom had acne and pimples on her face at that time. Yeah, it was a real nightmare.
We were in the car.
Justine happened to ask Mom : "Why mummy's face has so many dots?"
Then you added (pointing to the obvious 3 big pimples): "They are all in a straight line ..."
Mom replied : "So many dots on mummy's face, mummy is not pretty anymore ..."
To which your sister intercepted and boldly declared : "No, mummy is the prettiest in the whole wide world!"
And you confirmed : "The prettiest."
How young you both were but so protective by that age.
How not to smile ...
Mom said in low tones to Dad,
"That pretty line ... you heard, right? That was Son ... Omg, he's too funny. I was thinking how terrible I look at the selfies you took just now ... and he sends a stranger to tell me I'm pretty ... Omg ... Lol."
Hahaha.
Mom was just grinning from ear to ear.
Thanks for that memory, and that ZAP, Son ...
Here's Grandma on the left.
The salesgirl is the one in black jacket.
The 2 guys were helping Grandma put the quiltcover onto the quilt.
The hand with the watch - on the extreme right - that's Dad.
We went for a nice iced tea after that.
Thanks Son, for being with us.
It's always fun when you ZAP us.
Heehee.
Over to you, Daniel.
Mom
