Alright. She did it. Okay, they. Again.
Though I smile undeniably on the outside, however which, in the inside my heart breaks, okwell, aches. A good daughter listens to her parents, if lest, her mother. And that's what I'm doing.
Ohwell, last 2 night, mum asked us out for a family date since its been a hefty long time since we ate out(thanks to the pulverized sink region).
We went to J.P. shoppingmall to and ate our dinner. (Couldn't have imagined a better time to get lost in the mall itself. We were making rounds and rounds in the mall but still couldn't find Banquet. Yet still mum realized that Dad has taken the wrong route. Oh.but.oh.boy. We finally settled down and get sits only after almost 20minutes of searching for that particular cuss restaurant.) Me and Dad ordered hotplate, Selena ordered her conventional carrotcake and mum some cheesy fried oyster omelet that tasted more alike to omelet. And mum, keep noticing phantasy's that she keeps vexing me over OOMA's name and asking sarcastically if I'm reverie-ing OOMA(oh).
Afterwards, mill around the upper deck storey and found a JohnLittle's sale. Hehe, I bought an evening posh rose-d dress. Afford to buy only a dress. My.oh.my. Its merely cough me $7.99.(Lol, I'm saving up for pardon's sake.)
We headed back to the multi storey carpark then to head back home. Was walking together with mum when she suggested that we waited downstairs instead of climbing the stairs again. Phone-d Dad and we stood standing at the main entrance. Here's what we talk:

me: mama, do you really want to migrate if you had accumulate sufficient money?
mum: yea. why?
me: nah, just asking.
mum: you know what sweetheart? i even want to migrate now if i had the chance to if not because of you girls.
me: ohm. why?
mum: mama and your papa already have big goals in mind. we intended to open up a business outlet in trans marine.
me: great.

Its not my heart that speak those words. Its my brain and literally my mouth. Its never great to migrate.

me: but why don't you just stay in singapore?
mum: honey, you particularly know how our affinity with your uncles and aunties. you see tante yaya. she migrated because she couldn't behold that great bonding within here in singapore with her family.
me: oh. i thought we interacted well?
mum: you think so?
me: erm, but...
mum: maybe if we migrated, we could stay with your tante yaya and her husband for the meantime before our business goes on smoothly. that saves on our accommodation budget. you think?
me: huh? if that'll makes you and dad and selena happy.
mum: but you're still in your middle school. humh. we'll discuss this with your dad later again.

Dad rang us and hollered over the phone for waiting so long when he's been waiting at the wrong venue from us. My mood soothered then on. However which mum went to rub into the salt.

mum: oh you see our daughter daydreaming for the (th) time today.
dad: probably thinking of her (ooma).
me: no! says who.

Iwent all red and Selena add to the humiliation by telling mum what I wrote on my diary. cuss.

mum: how i wondered that guy have attracted our daughter that she even thinks of him day&night.
me: whardd. mama! no.
dad: no boyfriend. instruction understood?
me: oh.

I stare at the side window, silent all journey and doze off after then.

The day ends et cetera then and I went to bed gazing over OOMA's sunflower that stood on my window pane. Proudly taking place there.
Perfect. My day wouldn't be better without your existence. I still think of you):