Yesterday, my brother lost his wallet. From what he said, it seems like it was stolen, but kinda due to his own negligience also. He was looking kinda upset when he came back, but since I was in a pretty good mood, I didn't really bother. My dad was feeling cheery yesterday too, so when my brother told him, he sort of just went," How come? How did you lose it? So big already, still so careless. So what's inside? Report already? Cancel your ATM card ok. " Then, he noticed that my brother had some serious cuts on his leg, so he chided, "Fall until like that. Go and bathe, later must bandage it up. "

Was that very harsh? Actually I think this is pretty mild, especially in comparison to the days of scoldings that I recieved when I lost my wallet. However, apparently, my brother still couldn't take it and went upstairs to cry. I think it's because of his own sense of guilt rather than because of the scoldings, since my dad has said far harsher words than those before and my brother has never cried. To be a little more cheeky, it might even be because the wallet was a gift from my brother's girlfriend. Hehe.

Anyway, when my brother came down again later after his shower, he tried to quietly dress his own wounds before sneaking upstairs again, my dad insisted on doing it for him. Y'know, a little of the you-won't-be-able-to-do-it-correctly-so-I'd-better-do-it-for-you kind of thing.

I remember feeling so touched at that sight, cos it's been quite some time that my dad has been physically taking care of us. When we get sick, now we see the doctor on our own, eat the medicine ourselves etc. When we fall down or get hurt, we apply our own medication. This scene of my dad and my brother really reminded me of the times when we were younger and fell down almost all the time. In fact, my elder brother was labelled a potato for falling like one.

Actually, frankly it's quite funny the way my dad insisted that he knows better. I almost wanted to whisper to him, "Erm, dad, Xiang falls down very often. I think he knows what to do. Erm, remember when my wounds started to rot when you insisted on applying that cream on me?" Haha....anyway that thing about my wound rotting away is true, though not meant to gross anyone out.

Today, we went shopping for my winter clothes. Although I insisted that it will be summer when school reopens and I can actually shop for these things when I get there, my mom insisted that it's better to do it now or I might freeze. I was actually thinking," From what? Some freak snowstorm in the middle of summer?" But I still went along with the shopping spree anyway. I mean, I did mention before that I do not enjoy conflict with my parents.

At the end of it, I came home with 3 jackets, 1 vest, 3 sweaters, 2 pairs of thermal pants, 2 pairs of thick socks, 1 hat, 1 pair of gloves and 2 scarves. Oh yes, and another pair of jeans. My mom insisted that my 3 pairs of jeans will be insufficient. My parents' generosity is amazing. I mean 3 jackets?? And I mean the huge thick ones. I was so embarrassed when the cashier stumbled and was almost drowned by my clothes and said something like, "Huh, still have ah!"

But I am still very touched too. They obviously worry for me a lot and since they will not be able to oversee my own shopping there, they really wanted to make sure that I really will not end up frozen. Aawww, so sweet of them. Now, that 3 huge bags of thick winter clothes sit in my room and take up about one-fifth the floor space. I'm going to need a huge bag to bring all of that over to US.

After the shopping, I had a craving for coconut juice. It came in the coconut itself so that I could eat the flesh. Once again, my dad had the you-won't-be-able-to-do-it-correctly-so-I'd-better-do-it-for-you attitude and refused to let me dig the flesh out myself. I was almost tempted to believe it was because he had some cheap thrill out of scrapping the coconut clean. Then, my mother told me,"Do you remember? Your father always did this for you when you were young."

Seriously speaking, the only thing I remember is that in the first place, my parents normally refuse to buy me a coconut. But now that she says it, I felt this warm feeling in my heart again.

Did I say that I love my parents?