As you all know by now, my brother fractured his ankle and he’s hobbling around on crutches.
Today, we went to eat fish head noodles and we had to cross a pretty busy road.
Ohmygod, I don’t know how to cross the road, there are so many cars, I’m so scared one of them will hit you!
Don’t worry jie, I’ve got this.
No, no, no, I worry, wait first.
Don’t worry! Malaysians know how to brake!
No! They don’t!
Before I know it, Mr. Malaysians-Know-How-To-Brake is
crossing hobbling slowly across the road while a car is heading towards us. I didn’t know whether to pull him back or stand in front of him and was on the verge of screaming at him. Thankfully, the car, seeing a crippled child crossing the road, took pity on him and braked.
See jie! Told you he would brake! Malaysia is like India, you just close your eyes and cross the road, the cars will avoid you.
I really worry about him sometimes.