After my post two days ago on ingrates, quite a few of you have messaged me to say that Someone is such a nice person.
Yes, she is. Too nice sometimes.
Two weeks ago, we found out that the husband of the elder sister of her children friend has moved to Shanghai. He was having a tough time at work with impossible deadlines, etc. In fact, it was so tough that I kinda pitied me. Even me, the anti-social one. All alone here, family in Singapore, havent moved here yet. I understand the feeling.
Over the weekend, he asked if he could come over to do laundry as hotel laundry was very expensive.
Because he has to unexpectedly work late, we ended up meeting him for dinner near his hotel.We insisted on taking his laundry from him, despite his refusals, promising that we will let the maid do it when she comes two days later.
Then for some reason, Someone decided to do the laundry herself the next day. Separating the whites and colors and then drying them in the dryer and then folding nicely in the bag. Oh and inside the bag were some 罗汉果that we went a few places to find to buy for him because he had a cough.
That's right. I married a saint.
Yes, she is. Too nice sometimes.
Two weeks ago, we found out that the husband of the elder sister of her children friend has moved to Shanghai. He was having a tough time at work with impossible deadlines, etc. In fact, it was so tough that I kinda pitied me. Even me, the anti-social one. All alone here, family in Singapore, havent moved here yet. I understand the feeling.
Over the weekend, he asked if he could come over to do laundry as hotel laundry was very expensive.
Because he has to unexpectedly work late, we ended up meeting him for dinner near his hotel.We insisted on taking his laundry from him, despite his refusals, promising that we will let the maid do it when she comes two days later.
Then for some reason, Someone decided to do the laundry herself the next day. Separating the whites and colors and then drying them in the dryer and then folding nicely in the bag. Oh and inside the bag were some 罗汉果that we went a few places to find to buy for him because he had a cough.
That's right. I married a saint.
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