love, and be loved in return.

(Dining room. Mom holds a letter from Great Eastern in her hands.)

 MOM :   Eh you better fill this up you know,

DAUGHTER:   (Too busy trying to burst a blister blisters which developed from wearing high heels the whole day.)

 MOM:   it’s an insurance policy,

DAUGHTER:    (attention caught.)

MOM:   when you die ah, i will become very rich you know.

DAUGHTER:   (STUNNED.)

MOM:  I will get a lot of money when you die!

DAUGHTER:   (EVEN MORE STUNNED BY FACT THAT MOM HAD TO REPHRASE IT. )

No wonder Dad used to say she was full of curses. I should just, die. Cause my death could actually bring financial joy.