It was a quirky conversation after dinner. The night before we left for Tawau, Sabah, M2 sounded envious that we were going away again.
Out of the blue, she declared, “Let’s go to Your-rope!”
“Your-rope?” I raised my eyebrow, “you mean Europe.” I was emphasizing the “you” instead of “your” in the pronunciation.
“No, Your-rope,” she reiterated.
I was intrigued, “Why? Don’t you want to go to USA instead to visit your sister?”
“I’ve never been to Your-rope.” Ahh. I’ve been enlightened.
“I know,” I replied her. But before I could go on, she blurted out, “London! But you’ve been there.”
I nodded.
“Paris! Hmm… You’ve been there too. Rome? Been there! See? I am replying for you to me! You’ve been to all these places and I have not,” she said.
“Well, you’ve been to the good places starting with the letter ‘S’,” I pointed out to her, “Singapore, San Francisco and Sydney but Sydney doesn’t quite count cos I was four months pregnant with you.”
Silence.
“Let’s go to Your-rope!”
“When you are older, ok?”
Angieneering 
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