Hong Kong
My best friend in high school Nishana just had a baby boy named Kiran (Sanskrit for “Ray of Light.) Awwwwwwww.
I am auntie Yan (again).
I love being auntie Yan to all my friend’s kids. My friend are all extra nice to me now because I whisper in their kids ears that I know all the stuff their mommies did when we were young and I promise that if they share their candy with me, one day I will tell them how bad we all were. Their mommies moan and go, “You are already a bad influence!” and I am like, “No, YOU are the bad influence. Forever more whatever happens to this baby, it’s all YOUR fault.”
And it sorta is, for a while anyway. I love the way everything changes when babies come. It’s so much fun. Scream away, I tell them, you can never be as loud as your mom was when she was 16, PMSing, and freaking out over some situation.
And Kiran, your mommy once grabbed my hair and banged it against the railings in front of the block 4 classrooms, coz I wouldn’t stop laughing, because she kissed a really ugly horrible guy I warned her about. And, yeah, after our dinner dance, we stayed up all night and your mommy was so trashed she was sent to the sick bay, and missed my spectacular skidding across the stage in an attempt to pick up some academic award . There is a reason Mr. James still hates us after all these years. You would be shocked at what he said in the reunion. Too bad he never caught us doing anything, and damn the fact we were always doing just so well in our A-levels. Two As, One B for me and the other one of us went to Oxford (Let alone the things we achieved later on). He was so shocked! One day ask her about the time we sent a cop to find her in the alley way of Lan Kwai Fong. Your mommy was crazy and she was bad ass, even more than auntie Yan. I will tell you the rest one day, but first you have to let me play with your Sesame Street Mobile without crying.
Good Luck Kiddo. Welcome to the world.
Yan Sham-Shackleton Online 