A favourite Stream. Photo by Doris Lim Still boys will be boys. One day, those two went missing the entire afternoon. My mother and my aunts could not locate them. They just vanish into thin air. My mother was so worried that she cried. My aunts wailed and frightened each other with endless horror stories. My sisters and I were very quiet. I was clinging to my mother. At three, there was not much that I could understand except that something bad happened. I barely doze off to sleep when the commotion woke me up. There they were standing at the front door, totally drenched from head to toe. My mother screams and hugs and kisses them all at the same time berating loudly. Eldest aunt went to smell their clothes, squeeze a little of the water out and tasted it. “It’s sea water!” she exclaims. “What?” Mother was perplex, shock,” what do you mean sea water” the closest body of water was our “river” and it was more of a muddy creek than flowing stream. The boys refused to answer ...