I frequently refer to Kawther’s son, Sabir, as my nephew. The moment Kawther told me about her pregnancy, I immediately wrote Sabir a letter and signed off as “Aunty Kym”.
I declared myself lah.
So Yvonne, a mutual friend of ours, mentioned I might as well declare Sabir as my godson.
Ooh, “godmother” sounds moral. I cannot lah.
That day it rained so heavily with thunder and lightning, and I wondered if I was having sex there and then I’d probably pretend that I was conceiving the Antichrist.
Better spare Sabir’s soul lah.