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"How is it?" Her shrivelled hand gestured towards the pulut hitam congee, her dentures grinning.
"Great if you like institution food."
"Haiya! You ah. Look, I love institution food. I wish you'd check me into an old folks home. It's fun living with 20 other old people, not depending on y'all youngsters."
"Ah Pa will kill us lah."
"Don't tell him. What he doesn't know won't hurt him." Her eyes twinkled from between her crepe-like eyelids.
"Ah Mah, you know we can't do that. We're well brought-up Chinese kids and we mean to keep you like a pet - feed you, bathe you, talk you for walks. I know, you just want to flirt with those horny old guys in the home, kan?"
"Y'all be the death of me, I tell you. Won't even grant an old lady her dying wish. Please lah, book me into Nirvana Home. I hear their lo-mai-chook is exceptional." She placed a hopeful hand on the forearm of her granddaughter.
"Cannot. Ah Pa will personally come here and strangle each one of us with his bare hands. And then you'll have to bury your own grandkids. Like that, how?"
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