My mom was chatting with Auntie Fiona and brought up some incidents that happened in Myanmar and I could vivdly hear my mind screaming: I MISS MYANMAR. Anyway, yeah, I miss the place pretty much because it holds a lot of happy memories and a lot of first times. The first time I crossed a wooden bridge. The first time I ate roti prata with sugar. The first time I played in the rain. The first time I drank beer. The first time I bathed with my maid. The first time I ate chicken wings from roadside stalls. The first time I took a plane. The first time I spoke burmese. The first time I reared chicks. The first time I gave alms to nuns. The first time I saw old houses. The first time I played with a top. The first time I flew a big, really kite-shaped kite. The first time I saw my parents play mahjong. The first time I watched casper the movie. The first time I lived in a 3-storey bungalow. The first time I had 3 maids.
and a lot more. HAHA. see? I MISS MYANMAR. I had a real good time@8:22 PM
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Mabel
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