I must have done her really wrong when I let her try my lunch today, the Garlic-Ginger Prawns and Broccoli leftover. Though I always believe in feeding curious minds by hand-on attempts, I really really should not have said yes when Kitreena asked for a scoop of my cili-potong’ed meal.
A scoop of my lunch sent Kitreena into a nervous silence. Nervous, me. Silent, her. As soon as the salt in the fish sauce was washed down and she stopped chewing, she gave me the ‘are-you-trying-to-send-me-to-the-seventh-heaven-with-this-bomb’ look! Her eyes went rolling in all directions uncontrollably, hands went fanning left right and center, she went running to the cabinet where the cups were but ended up opening a drawer not knowing what she was desperately looking for!
In desperate guilt, I pointed her to a red cup on the kitchen counter but all she could grab was a bottle of hot cocoa powder I left by the microwave oven. I had to run to her and grab the red cup myself when she, in split-second, made a bee-line to the water dispenser. The red cup was still in my hand! And I, in split-second, made my conclusion that this Canadian gal needs some more Malaysianization. But I will have to start with Heaven Number One. One heaven at a time.
But hey, Kitreena did survive the seventh heaven bomb!
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