Yes, that's my father

This is a random story

I remember my father telling me a true story.

Before I tell you the story, let me introduce the characters.

Aunty Jane (not her real name)
Pa (not his real name either)

Aunty Jane is my extremely talkative aunt. Pa is my father (yes, I call him that)

My aunt lives somewhere oversees (far away), so whenever she calls, it usually an unearthly hour at night for us here in Malaysia.

One day, my aunt called our house. Since my mum was asleep, my father picked up the phone. My aunt started talking to him. And just kept on talking and talking and talking without stopping. After awhile, my father needed to go to the bathroom. However, he couldn't manage to stop her. So he put the phone aside and went to the bathroom quickly.

When he came back, she was still talking normally.

On another occasion, she called late at night and my father was half asleep. While talking to her, he dozed off. He awoke to find his sister-in-law still talking on and on.

Maybe you find this to be fake, but then again, if you talked to my aunt, you would never doubt that it's true.