Two days ago my god-sister Parath called me and invited me to her younger brother’s birthday. His name is Dom, and it was his 12th birthday. We call him A-Dom, because in Cambodian language we call children names like that. I know him very well, like his sister too. I didn’t have money to buy a present for him, but his sister said I can buy the present later; she just needed me to go to the party.
The party was at KFC: Kentucky Fried Chicken. When I got there, there were about ten people already, and all of them I knew. The party wasn’t that happy, because it’s like we were going for lunch; there was no cake, and no presents for the little boy (except from his sister) because we all didn’t have money. Parath even paid for all our food.
This was my first time at KFC, so it was all new to me. We all had fried chicken, with Pepsi-Twist. I didn’t really like the fried chicken much because it was really dry, and I don’t like fast food anyway. After KFC, Parath took us to a karaoke place to try our voices. I sang one song, and then all my friends sang different songs. It was fun there. We stayed there almost two hours, and Parath paid for that also. Parath came to me and asked me; “Brother, why are you very quiet?” And I told her I was ok, it was a lot of fun. But actually I was embarrassed because I didn’t have anything for her younger brother for his birthday. And then she whispered; “Brother, I’m getting poor today, because I spent almost all my money.” And I just smiled at her, because I knew she understood. Then she just tapped my shoulder.
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