THE LURE OF ICE-CREAM

THE LURE OF ICE-CREAM


Today at 5.20pm, I reached home after another packed day in school.

Serene was not yet back from the childcare centre.

I felt peckish.

Opened the refrigerator's freezer compartment.

Took out a stick of red bean potong.

Tore off the wrapping.

Bit off chunks of the potong (the correct way of eating ice-cream is to BITE, not lick! Ice-cream is NOT meant to be licked! Lick?! Oh please, SERIOUSLY!).

Went to the living room.

Strategically positioned myself in the clear view from my Aunt's and Uncle's room.

Waited for a few seconds.

Grace was sitting on the floor. Looked up. Saw me.

Waved my potong at her.

She put aside her toy book.

Got up to her feet.

I waded back leisurely into the living room.

Seated myself neatly outside the entrance to the kitchen, leaning against the door of the bomb shelter.

Grace wandered into the living room.

She easily located me.

In a still and quiet manner, she obediently parked herself right beside me.

She looked at me. Silently.









We shared the potong.