Ma: me too
Me: bla bla bla friend, bla bla, Dr Ngah, Dr Malina, bla bla
Ma: Yup, it does hurt
Me: Bla bla bla, physiotherapy, bla bla, friend,
Ma: Really, bla bla, I should
Me: You should, bla bla bla friend, bla bla, bowling, bla bla
Ma: Yes, bla bla, KPJ Hospital, bla bla, near, bla bla
Me: Yes, bla bla, you should go, bla bla
Ma: Yup bla bla
Me: Bah, you have slip disc too before right?
Babah: What? I can't understand you, please speak properly. I don't understand a word you said. Can't you speak normally?
Me: *stayed quiet
Ma: *took multivitamin
Sister 1: *near the kitchen sink, Huh? I could understand Abang's conversation perfectly, how come Babah did not?
Sister 2: *shrugs.
*Moral of the story?
My family has our own secret language that my dad does not understand or I have a language that only my family members and friends could understand and my dad does not. Now you know, why I never really talked to my dad about anything. When he tries to decode what I say, it will end up frustrating him and brings the conversation to an end.