Many months ago I was telling Asna that when she asks my dad to buy unnecessary things for her whenever they go out, all his money is spent on her and he becomes poor. Since then, she has more self control when she goes out.
After a while, I’d forgotten what I told her and I thought she would have, too. But she did not.
A few days ago I posted a picture on Facebook, of a tunnel worth more than RM1,000,000 that I recently visited at Sasana Kijang, Bank Negara Malaysia. After she’d seen the picture, Asna’s been pestering me, telling me that she wants to see the tunnel, too. I thought it’d be a good experience for her, so I brought her to the Children’s Gallery there today, where the tunnel was located.
When we arrived, I told her to stand to take a picture at the entrance. As she posed for the camera, the automatic door behind her opened. Immediately, she turned and saw the entrance of the tunnel and the many real Ringgit notes that were bonded on acrylic walls. Her jaw just dropped. She ran inside in excitement and started touching the walls.
The gallery had more to offer, past the tunnel, but Asna was still most interested with what greeted her at the gallery.
When my mum asked her whether she enjoyed her trip, I learned that she wasn’t totally happy.
“How was your trip to the RM1,000,000 tunnel?”
“I didn’t get to take the money!”
She was serious. Poor kid actually wanted to go to the tunnel, thinking she could have some.
“What would you do with the money?” we asked.
“I’m going to give it to Babah.”
“Why give Babah?”
“You said Babah is poor! “