I don’t know why I can get along well with most old persons. lolzzz [Kidding!] Well, however I felt safe to be with them. Most adults are great storytellers and being with them make me somehow can understand about their feeling. I remember I was working with an aunty who likes me and she even sent a big sum of money through me for her sister... Omg! Unbelievable. I asked her if she was afraid that I will take all those money... But she said she believes me cuz she knew that I'm reliable. But I did not feel good to bring those much money with me but I’m happy to send it to her sister, though. I gave her an idea of sending through post or transfer via bank or sth.. But she was afraid that his daughter in law will know that she has money and she will take it over.... However, I felt that she shouldn't easily put her trust on people.
Being with her for few days, I know a lot about her personal stuffs because she shared me all about her matters. I felt so sorry to her about her family matter. Hence, I started to treat her like mum. Everyday I always brought food for 2 serving, actually for her, because she like eating good food since her daughter in law has never nourished and supported her well. I saw her eating like she’s never eaten for weeks. What’s a pity old woman! I really hate her daughter in law! How come she did it to this such poor mother in law!!
Everyday, talking with her made all aunties over there were getting approach me... The first period there, they somehow didn’t like me at all... And I thought that most old people here are like queen and not nice at all. But after a while, I found that they are actually nice... Well, they all like me hehehe and be nice to me... I’m so happy when I can get along well with them...
In the state of getting older, I understand that old people are so sensitive and touched. They needed to be need and cared... Every little good thing we do for them, they will appreciate it and take it to heart... So I will be more sweet to them... Ma mum too! :">
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