Ordinary chaos like many others - I believe.

My father was born in Mauritius in 1919. I know you are calculating how old he is now! Yeah, he is 93years old but he looks like 60 something. No cane or stick. No pills for heart / liver / lung / kidney...etc. Yeah, a very healthy old man. I feel very lucky to have him as my father. He is living with me. We fight from time to time but he forgives me every single time quickly. He is a very funny man. But he has one terrible habit, he collects things. Everything is "one day, they will come in handy" to him. I'm not sure if you can imagine what his room is like! I have given up on clearing out his room, as I spend more time at work than home. I don't want to fight with him when I don't have much time to spend with him.

My mom is separated from my dad. There were lots of fight between them when I was small. But it helps me to express and communicate more with my husband. I believe the major reason why my parents were not a happy couple is their lack of communication. Anyway, my mom is a great cook and she is funny too. We did have fun when we travelled to Bangkok and Sabah/Malaysia recently. I guess I need to work harder to fight for more quality time to spend with my mom.

My husband is like php. It takes time for people to understand him. And I guess I just love funny people. He is amazingly funny when he is alone with me. He has a big heart and he loves children. But I think he loves animals better. He is a vegan. It is not difficult to live with him, we just have to bear the smell of our food every time when we eat together. By the way, he loves to sing "wing wang wong" song... very funny man.

My siblings are very different people. I can spend weeks with my brother but I cannot spend more than 1 day with my elder sister. My twin sister would be even less! I can share ideas/ opinions/ things with my brother and elder sister but nothing with my twin sister. We used to call each other names when we were small. I felt more close at that time. But now we have different lives, different ideas, different ways of thinking etc. that make us more or less like strangers. Is this the same for every family or just for mine?

My uncle Ben, he is the cousin of my dad and he lives in London. He is like a second father to me. I can tell him everything. I think the frequency that we talk to each other is more than I talk to my best friend. But most of the time we are laughing over the phone. He is just another funny member of my family.