Jayden calls me "jiu jiu". That's "uncle" in Chinese.
At 3 years old, Jayden doesn't have a lot of friends of his own to play with. That's why everytime a new visitor comes around to my sister's place, he becomes very excited. So excited until he sometimes abandon his own dad.
I am never good with kids. I don't like them, they don't like me. But Jayden just adores me.
He adores me so much he even drew a portrait of me.
Ok fine, he made me look like a happy version of the ghost from Ju-On.
But I'm pretty sure he still likes me.
On my last evening in New Zealand, I took Jayden out to this massive supermarket called Woolsworths. It was near closing hours so there wasn't much customers around except for us.
I was holding Jayden's little hand when suddenly I just felt a bit mischevious and decided to play an impromptu game of hide-and-seek with the 3-year-old.
First, it was all fun and games. I hid behind the shelves, but Jayden was smart enough to spot where I was going.
So I ran a little bit further.
And hid a little bit faster.
Until I heard somebody cry.
At least I bought him chocolates in the end lah.