Me: I dunno. We'll see. If I do quit, it wouldn't be the first time. But it's easy. It'll be easy.
Mummy: What you mean? Easy? Nooo. Everyone always say getting Masterz hahrd.
Me: Well. I think it depends. Y'know. If you have no heart, it's hard. If you like it, then it's easy.
Mummy: Oh yeah, I see.
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Me: You know, it's lonely alot of the time. I just read all day and night. Nothing else. Sometimes I feel like it's for nothing at all. Like I'm not in school for me. I see how hard my mom works, and I can't lose face. A lot of the decisions I make are in part because of my mom. But I mean, what can I do? She gave up a life to raise me.
Mummy: You listen to me. When I make a soup, you go try and you say: Mummy, needs more fish sauce; then, Uncle try and he say: Mummy, need more pepper. But I try and I know it purrfect. When you make soup, only you know when it purrfect. You understand me? Everyone taste different. You make your own soup.
Me: I worry alot mummy. That I won't be able to finish school. That I'll be on my own. Kicked out. On the streets. And I will be unable to continue my education. Or even get to where I wanna go.
Mummy: You are smart. I know you be fine on your own! I see how you work. Mummy know. You good boy.
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Mummy: Ssss. Aw. Mummy back better now. Thank you. Purrfect!
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