"You know I can drive better than you."

"I've been driving for close to twenty years! You picked it up less than ten years ago!"

"Not the point. I learn fast, and you know I can parallel park better." Mum looked away from Dad.

"You can't go at 180 km/h without flinching."

"Oei, my life is precious. And are you saying that you've been going at that speed in M'sia?"

"No, maybe some-"

"Sometimes somemore! Want to die right?"

"Yeah, but I'll still be a better driver than you."

"You're not!"

Don groaned and looked out the window, the surroundings blurring as the the car sped up along the expressway. Multitudes of cars were along the P.I.E. on the busy Friday evening.

It's probably due to ChinaTown. Chinese New Year is right around the cor-

"How about you park later, and I'll drive now. You can't drive that well anyway."

"Right, and you can, huh? It's okay, I'll let you wreck the car."

"Wreck? Only way I'm wrecking the car is to have you sit-"

"WHAT?"

"Nothing, dear. Haha."

Sheesh. Those two will never grow up.

Parents.

After an hour of a gruelling ride, Don treaded lightly up to the lobby of Four Seasons Hotel. Grandma beside him, he walked into the lift and took out his handphone to tell Mum where they were going to be. Level 2, jasmine room. He held the '2' key, speed-dialing. Just as he was about to listen to it, the people around him looked up and at him, their gaze stopping when he finally cut the call.

Okay, is it bad manners to use the phone in an elevator?

He thought nothing of it, walking to the lobby and up to the second level. His relatives were already there.

"Wa, ah boy. You're so tall already!"

"Taller than Andy already. What have you been eating? Or rather, what have you not? Eat more la, boy."

Andy? Where was he?

It turned out that almost every cousin of his did not turn up except for Lynn. No surprise, really. This wedding was of his other cousin. A cousin he has never met.

"Wa, Adeline so pretty already. Change so much ah!"

"Mother, you saw her twenty years ago. She was only eight then!"

"Oh, no wonder change so much."

The rest laughed as Grandma recalled her past memories from the 1980s. A marvel really, since she could barely remember what happened five minutes back.

Uncle Jimmy was there, entertaining the others, strangers and relatives. Uncle Tony was at the other table, joking around with people Don had never seen before. Uncle Roland was there too, all hundred kg of him. It's almost been a year since Don had seen them. They almost look old. Ragged, but happy. After all, their eldest brother's daughter was getting married. Late Uncle William would have been proud.

"Hey boy, I think I see Uncle William standing next to you. You'll would have been his favourite nephew. You two look bloody alike, hair and all."

"Pssh! Jimmy, you're drunk. Stop scaring the poor boy." Uncle Sun cajoled him as the rest of the table laughed.

But was Uncle William really there? He passed away more than twenty years back now. Maybe he was gracing his daughter's wedding.

Don shook that thought out of his head, though he really did think that there was this man sitting at the last table looking mightily alike to Uncle William. Don never forgets pictures of dead people. He told the rest, who promptly looked at the man and said they didn't know him. That man didn't seem to talk much, muttering a few thank you's while being served, and just smiling the whole way through.

"Bah, I'm probably getting drunk," Don laughed as he tipped the wine glass to his mouth.

"From champagne? Wa, you're a really good drinker leh, WeiWen!" Lynn smiled, as both of them clinked glasses and drank to Uncle William. Over at the other table, Uncle Jimmy was teasing the bridesgroom, rapidly toasting him glass after glass. Nasty beer.

"A toast to the bride and groom. Cheers."

"Cheers," the room echoed.

"Aiyah, cheers what cheers! YAMMMMMMMMMMMMMM..."

The tension was broken. Everyone joined in, the hall filled with chaos as the heavy drinkers let out a long breath of the traditional chinese toast.

"... SENG!"

* * * * *

The dinner ended eventfully with everyone bidding each other adieu.

"See you next week!"

What? It's Chinese New Year already? Damn, that's bloody fast.

Don entered the lift, grinning as he thought of the money he could be getting during that festive season.

"Hey, it's as if we've entered a midget convention." A voice from behind sounded.

Laughter was heard. Smitingly horrible croaks of laughter.

"Not really, there's one tall kid there."

Don turned around, noticing that the "AngMohs" were referring to him.

Urgh.

"Oh, you mean me? Yes, I'm a tall asian. Gasp." Don turned around, his sarcasm building within.

"They know english, stupid!"

"Oh yes, I spreak gewd engrish. Sterotypical." Don said in a condescending tone, walking out as the door opened.

The racists stood dumbfounded. The other "short" asians looked at them and walked out too, muttering inaudibly while maintaining a cold stare at the six-feet-tall caucasians.

Don felt relief as he saw his family members by the hotel entrance. Family's still the best.