14 September 2014, Sunday
A4’s hair was so badly matted after days of not brushing and letting it loose. It took so long to brush through it all that we were all late for church.
Half hour late. Slipped into back-bencher chairs. Less freezing than our usual spot. But still it got cold there.
At one point, A1, patting her lap, asked A4, “Come, A4, wanna sit on jie jie’s (older sister’s) lap?”
A4 obliged, seemingly thinking it was a loving gesture by her older Sis and loving the attention she’d be getting. I am older and wiser, and knew better.
I turned to face A1 on my right, to give her the eye and to flash her a knowing smile. “You are cold, right?” I asked, frankly and almost rhetorically.
A1 smiled back at me with a caught-in-the-act facial expression.
Yeah, that’s right! Who needs a sweater when you can wear a warm body?!