Malaysia

I was about eight when the whole family moved to Johor Bahru, Malaysia. We only stayed there for about half a year, but we went though some awesome experiences there. When we first got there, we stayed at a relatives house in Melody Gardens. It was a lovely neighborhood. There was a young woman living next door. She was a pretty Malaysian girl. Sometimes she invited me to come and play at her home. She had a doll-collection that she made by herself, so of course I said yes. One time I came with my fifteen year old brother. The young woman was very pleased about that. She gave me a little doll and allowed me to play with her other dolls. Meanwhile she took my brother to her room. I thought she and my brother were playing older kids’ game, and I was left out as usual. I didn’t mind because I was happy playing with the dolls. Only now do I realize that she was much older than my brother and was probably giving him some ‘lessons’. My brother might not mind it, but the rotten bitch had corrupted him.