My girls love asking me about the story of my life. Just like when I was young, I love asking my mom about her growing up years.
My childhood days are easy and smooth sailing and I do not experience hard life like my mom who has to follow her dad to the rubber plantation at the age of 10yo. Many times, I do not where to start. So I asked them about what they want to know. Most of the time they will ask about my pregnancy and their birth story. They want to know how they were like when they were in my tummy and how they came into this world.
One day my eldest asked me, “Mommy, you tell me the story about your teeth.” I didn’t expect her to notice that I have a chipped front tooth. If I have gone for cosmetic dentistry then my girl won’t know this part of my life story; about me watching too much TV, got giddy and fell while riding motorbike due to giddiness.
