Ever thought about what would happen when your parents die? No, not the melo-dramatic I-have-no-reason-to-live type of die, just the kind of die that happens when your parents are old and withering, meaning you would probably be middle-aged with a midsection as thick as a truck tyre.

Know what my mum stated in her will? She says should she die before my dad, and we're not of age to take care of ourselves, she would send us to our Aunt in KL, which, to my sister and I, seemed to be choosing between the Devil and the deep blue sea. What a scary thought, not the death part, but mroe of the aftermath.