Last Sunday morning while I was still sleeping, I heard my parents quarrelling outside in the living room. I didn't give much attention to it since it's not an uncommon occurence. But there was a sudden slam on the gate and then my father scolded something loudly. That was unusual. So I picked myself up from my comfortable bed and went out to check it out.
Mum was slouching on the sofa, sobbing. Then I asked dad what happened.
'Your mum wanted to jump off the building!'
WTF.
Then I heard them discussing something bout mahjong, so I concluded wrongly that they quarrelled cause they've lost a lot of money.
But it turned out that I was, well, wrong.
They were merely arguing who to play on the last-player seat later in the afternoon's session of mahjong game. -.-
WTH.
So, fighting over who should be the one playing, when two of them adds up to be more than 100. Zzz.
Menopause is defintely too far away from my Mum's age to be a sound reason, I guess they've just spent slightly too much time with Bryan; too used to arguing and fighting over toys probably.
