Asna can be a douchebag without meaning to. She keeps it real, saying what she thinks without ill intent or thinking of the repercussions.
Mama’s often the victim of her straightforwardness.
I tapped on her tummy.
She was offended.
“That’s so rude.”
“But you call Mama fat.”
“But that’s true!”
Mama was there.
Mama’s new dress
Mama brought home her custom tailored dress from AzuraAzwa. It’s a bright embellished red long dress. She was trying it on inside her room at the time, looking in the mirror.
Asna was there, admired Mama in the dress and said:
“Wow! Mama so bergaya. You look like you’re wearing a wedding dress… for fat people.”
Asna pointed to the skirt.
“The skirt, it makes you look fat.”
She continued playing without rasa bersalah.
Mama the ferocious monster
Asna was playing in the bedroom. She was wearing a cape, holding a bamboo stick with one hand and a badminton racket with the other. Pose macam super hero in front of me.
Then she said, in her super hero voice:
“I’m a hero! Let me save you… from this ferocious monster!”
She pointed the bamboo stick to Mama.
Of course kena sound after that but Asna didn’t care.
Mama’s style back then
We were going through old pics when she saw Mama’s old photos. I asked if she could tell that the lady with huge glasses and flared skirt considered stylish in the 80s was Mama.
“Mama looks horrible when she wears that.”
Then she looked at Mama and told her:
“You look so much better now, Mama.”
Mama’s new hair
Mama went to the salon to inai her hair. She came home and showed it to me at the living area upstairs. Then I said to Asna, who was about to go downstairs:
“Asna, what do you think of Mama’s new hair?”
She looked at Mama’s hair and said to her:
“You make more sense like this.”
I was like:
Mama was like:
“What do you mean I make more sense?!”
Although the above happened, she still maintains that she loves Mama the best and nobody is more beautiful than Mama.