Sunday morning, she started cooking.
Adobo, lasagne, chicken bbq, beef stew, spring rolls, carbonara and other food known to man.
It was good. I couldn't stop eating. Trying out different food and telling mum that everything was oh-so-good.
Monday left her doing food shopping and cleaning the house. I stayed and helped her do the dishes and prepare everything.
I'm only helpful on my mum's birthday - I give you that.
This afternoon, people came.
Neighbours.
Uncle's best friend was there too.
Funny how mum's best friend married Uncle's best friend.
My mum was happy. All her close friends were there. And her hard work didn't go to waste. Everybody loved the food.
Come dinner and it was a different crowd. My crowd.
Of course, my two best friends.
Bernie's grandmother and sister were there.
Her brother.
They were doing interpretative karaoke.
I would've joined in but I was too busy singing. That's my hand holding the microphone.
It was fun and I am full. Til now. Still full.
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