I'm not sure if T was just making fun of me but he stopped me just as I was passing by the lovely pink bougainvilla and took this picture.
Speaking of bougainvilla, I had another childhood memory that was unlocked from a deeper part of my memory bank. When I was a child, I used to make bubbles out of our bougainvilla, and detergent soap (of course, I had to sneak out of our Nanny's sight with my contraband!) My sisters and I would then tease our little brother and we made him chase us with stick in his hand. He would then get frustrated and starts to cry running to our Nanny (preferably Mom if she's around). We will then be punished by having us baby sit him, reading him bedtime stories until he becomes content and fall as sleep. He always wants us to 'customize' the stories so that the main character would be him. Within his three big sisters, nobody actually disliked the idea, we just willingly made up stories that stars our own little baby brother.
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