Lately Abi has been resisting going to sleep at night. She asked for a story from Priscilla (probably a good time to tell family history or stuff and to use Cantonese). One night Priscilla was tired and didn't want to tell a story: all the stories have fallen out of my head. Abi reached up on tippy toes and grabbed something imaginary: I grabbed one back out of the sky for you, Mummy.
Who can resist a short story for this girl? Told her about our trip in 1972 from HK to Sydney on a ship. Another night we talked about going to birthday party for both Priscilla's grandfather's on the same day when in HK.
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