my neighbour
...e doted on us like we were her own. She insisted that we call her 'Grandma' and we became her first Malay grandchildren. When I was young, I used to look forward to her visits as she would always hand me some goodies which she keeps in between her sarong belt. Auntie Jasmine is never content unless her hands are occupied. Whenever she comes over for a chat, she always bring along some chores to do. Her favourites is to peel anchovies. The more interesting conversation, the faster she would peel. In no time, her lap would be filled with anchovies. Then she would get up and dust her sarong the minute the clock strikes six."It's late .I have to go.Uncle John will be expecting dinner soon," she would proclaim. However she always lingers for another fifteen minutes or so, as if she was reluctant to go back to her lonely home. Our day is never complete without Auntie Jasmine's stories about the Japanese Occupation.She was just a little girl then she remembers her time spent in the jungle vividly and she keeps us mesmerised with her stories which are often scary as well as hillarious. As I grow older, i often wonder whether she makes up all those stories.Nevertheless, the children love her. Ap...