World

Two things definitely hold magic powers over you: First, the battery, especially the battery out of the case; Second, the door, the door waiting quietly there for you to open, to explore. These two things enchant you, take your breath away and send you a bone-melting surge of excitement whenever you lay your eyes on.

But you certainly don’t like the batteries when they are lying in the place where they should be. Whenever you discover a remote controller, you tried everything you could to get those batteries out of the case. When you failed, you would give the controller to me and babbled an order: En, en… I ignored you. God knows how I tried of locating all the batteries and sending them back to place afterwards. You stamped your foot impatiently and threatened to cry. I kept ignoring. But you still had one trump card to play. You smiled, revealing even, white teeth and a slight cleft in your chin, then you pleaded in your angelic voice: Mama, mama.. I was screwed, so screwed. The part of my brain that made intelligent decisions melt like chocolate taffy left by the pool on a hot summer day. Immediately I fell for your charm and answered your call diligently though afterwards I probably would curse my own stupidity especially when I was in another round of frantic search for those damn batteries. Dear, you may not know how to get things out of the case, but you certainly know how to manipulate your poor mum and get the wits out of her mind!