Fatcat's little tooth had been whittled off.
I have such a naughty little brother.
I don't know if I should laugh at him, feel sorry for him or be angry at him.
His shin and arm looked so red it almost seemed as if I painted fire engine red pastels with my art tools on him.
Really. You have 2 sisters, why do you have to be such a clutz like me?
At every interval, I would ask him to show me his teeth again and he would do so obediently.
Sisters: "Did you cry?"
Fatcat: "No."
Sisters: "Who pushed you?"
Fatcat: "I don't know. I can't remember."
R: "I thought you told me you were playing catching with Akmal only??"
Mother interrupted.
"No. Dia bedek. He always main kejar-kejar with girls."
*Both our faces transformed into disbelievement*
R: "OH! NO WONDER YOU DIDN'T CRY! BECAUSE YOU MALU WANT TO CRY INFRONT OF THE GIRLS RIGHT!!"
He suddenly looked shy.
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