There's the usual banter and gossip around the adult's table, but my table had little chatter. I tried to strike up conversations, only to find that the cousins I once enjoyed playing with have grown so distant. Based on vague memories, I grab at anything to keep the conversation going. Most of the time getting replies like, "Erm.. I went to the US 2 years ago.."
Argh. Awkward. My interest in talking didn't seem to rub off on them. Before I knew it, some of them had left. Probably had an appointment with a friend. We used to stay up through the night and only left past midnight.
We still hung on to a couple of traditional things though. My aunt whipped up a Hainanese dish, vermicelli with cuttlefish and spring onions. I love it.
After my grandma left, no one visits my place anymore. Relations are straining and I feel sad that things have to come to this. The cookies and chocolates sit snugly in their red containers till now. I wonder if there will even be a reunion dinner in time to come.
[ Mosh the Toemato ] 7:09:00 PM
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