'What's this, a joke?'

What the hell. Don't play around with me like that, it's not funny and it's not going to work. So, give up already, it's getting pretty irritating. Especially when you're causing so much discomfort in my stomach.


I remember the moment when I felt her little fingers grasp my wrist, her voice squeeking, 'Jie jie! it's not mine!'

When I was young, I used to believe that humans reproduced through marriage. I also thought that my parents got married thrice, in fact. And I constantly pestered my mum, saying 'Mummy, please marry Papa one more time!... I want a younger sister!'