Dial A for Aunties (Aunties, #1)

by Jesse Q. Sutanto

Their grasp of the English language is not a reflection of their intelligence, but a reflection of the sacrifice that they have made for us.

I love him. I want a life with him.

“I did just kill a person, so I don’t know that you can say you’ve raised me well.” “Oh, he must deserve it.”

I can’t stop the smile from spreading across my face. The sight of him. I can’t describe it. I mean, objectively he’s gorgeous, obviously, but there’s also something about him that makes me feel that I’ve come home after a long day.

Obviously I don’t give a tiny rat’s fart

Now we know, when it comes to fight or flight, I am neither. I am: freeze like a hamster and then melt into a useless shivery puddle.