Where did it go, did, someone, EAT it already??? Translated…
The annoying HISS came, out of the kitchen, sounding angry, don’t know what, but my older cousin, got pissed off again. Based off of my experience, I guess, her young son did something wrong. And, naturally, in a few short minutes, this kid was, called into the kitchen, and inquired.
Turns out, her young son had, eaten the chocolate egg tart that my cousin saved for herself, to eat, after her long day’s of work. And, this box of egg tarts, she’d had to, travel a long time, and stand in line for a long while, to buy, and after the families had their share, this, was the only one that’s, left, as she went out, she’d specifically, told her young son, NOT to eat it.
“But, I was, STARVING!”, the young child’s fingers turned and turned behind his back, as he gazed up at his mother, with that look of innocence.
“You’d eaten TWO on your own yesterday, wasn’t that enough?”, my older cousin STARED down at her young son.
What sort of charms, does this egg tart have, that’s, gotten my older cousin all worked up? Having worked my overtimes these past couple of days, and not gotten home until today, I have, absolutely, NO clue. But, it seems, that from the way she’d looked, I planned, to buy a box, to taste it. And now, it’s best, that I, stay OUT of the kitchen, in case I get scapegoated in the process.
I’d returned back to my bedroom, planned to finish my pricing report that I had yet to type up. As I was, focused, on tapping the keys, my shoulder was, poked at, several times. I’d turned around, it was, the child behind me. He’s probably, done, getting GRILLED by his mom, and now, he just, wanted, someone to play with him.
The young child held out his hand, and, handed me something he’d wrapped up with the tissue papers, and, it was, that missing egg tart! He’d pouted his lips, and, wiped away the tears that remained on his face with his shirt sleeves, “You’d been in a bad mood, working overtime, have a sweet chocolate egg tart, and you’ll feel much better.”
I was stunned, my cousin’s young son, stole away that final egg tart, for me.
here’s another one…not my photo still…
“Finish it up, and, play robot with me”, he’d, pointed to the robot he had in his other hand.
As an elder, I suppose, I shouldn’t, reward this behavior of his. But, casting away the moralities of this, I suppose, I would’ve told him, “Thanks, young one!”
So, you can see how thoughtful this young kid was, toward his uncle, he’d rather get punished by his mother, and still insisted, on saving that egg tart for his uncle, perhaps, because, his uncle was his playmate, who’d, played with him from before, and, the child wants to show gratitude toward his uncle, so, he’d, saved the egg tart for him.