maman: ash… maybe you don’t know, but that book is mine…

ash: what book?

maman: the book that you are laying on it…

ash: oh, i didn’t know this is yours.

maman: yes… and i want to continue reading it. may i take my book?

ash: oh… so sad… i’m getting liking this book-like bed…

maman: it’s not book-like.. it’s a book… so… please??

ash: hmm.. of-course…

ash: NO!!

it happens all the time…

but i still love you, ash!