For no apparent reason, I suddenly remembered my run-in with a pervert…
Many many years ago, (about 10+), a cute little girl who looked like a Chinese dolll without plaits (I’ve always had short hair. Hrmph!) was cutting the hair on her barbie dolls when the phone rang… Ma and Pa were out (I also dunno what they left me home alone), so the cute little girl decided, hmmm… I’m a big girl now, I should go answer the call!
Me: Hello?
Caller: Hello, how are you?
Me: I’m fine, thank you. (I’ve always minded my P’s and Q’s) Who is this?
Caller: I’m your daddy’s friend, you can call me Uncle Leong.
Me: Uncle Leong? My daddy not in… mummy also not in. Can I take a message? (I’m well-trained in the art of answering phone calls even as a little girl…)
Uncle Leong: Oh nevermind it’s ok. I talk to you first ok?
Me: Ok lor.
Uncle Leong: How old are you?
And so the pervert just asked me some relatively harmless questions like how was school and how many siblings I’ve got… until…
Perv Leong: What colour panties are you wearing?
Me: Pink colour.
Perv Leong: *this part is censored because my blog is a family-oriented one* (leave it up to your imagination) Anyway, this Perv Uncle Leong just kept asking a lot of weird questions, that I think my mind has chosen to selectively forget to protect my childhood innocence…
Me: Pa, that day Uncle Leong called leh… sorry I forgot to tell you earlier.
Pa: I dunno any Leong, you leh?
Ma: No leh…
Me: Issit? He says he’s your good friend.
Pa and Ma: What did he ask you?
Me: Orh, like how old I was… and about school, and then he also asked me what colour panties I was wearing…
Pa and Ma: WAT! That PERVERT! OMG, is he a child molester? Did you give him our address or where you school? Or any other information?!?!
