13.10.10 2:10 PM
When I grow old
I remember one rare day when the three of us were on our way home together, a disheveled looking old lady stopped right in front of me. She asked, in mandarin, "miss, can you please give me some money..."
I didn't catch the rest because sister pushed me forward and pulled Mae and i away. I tried to make it better by saying sorry to the old lady and smiling at her.
Later, I told sister that maybe, when I grow old, I'll go out on the streets doing this:) tormenting little children, and maybe at the same time see how ugly the people of my country are.
It also brings me back to the day when we found a two-dollar note on the floor, and one of you stupidly took it out of my hand and placed it back on the floor.