the story of smiling orchid

i am my dad's baby and his princess. since young. i do not have to bug him to buy me things. i only have to make a passing remark that is within his earshot. my wish will usually come true within the next few days, like magic.

i have told my mum not to buy prima deli's pineapple tarts cos i do not like them at all. i simply said i have no interest in any other brand, apart from smiling orchid. well, we were not on speaker phone. however, the next time i called home, she announced to me that daddy was going to make a trip to get for me. the amusing part was that: he didnt know where to get it, only a vague idea from me that there is an outlet at ghim moh. i was in my mood, dint really want to try to get the address. i knew that i just have to google for it. well, of course i couldnt bear to let him have a wild goose chase and found the address for him in the end.

i called home again today and yes. like magic, there is a container of smiling orchid's pineapple tarts at home. and i know that it wont be opened till i get back next week.

my daddy. my magic.