Future Bride

You threw me a very strange question on yesterday...when you were watching TV, sitting on my lap.

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Wil : Mommy, who will I marry when I grow up later?

Mom : Err...I don't know lah. But I think you will marry the girl that you like the most.


You paused for a while, before you continued.


Wil : Ok, I will want to marry you then.

Mom : Oh, why leh?
(feel so flattered)

Wil : Because you are the girl I like the most mah.

Mom : I know. But you can't marry me wo, cause I'm your mom and I will be too old by then.

Wil : I don't talk to talk about it lah.
(you would feel disturb every time I say I will become old one day)



Our conversation stopped here.


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