Famous Duck

A flash of my childhood struck me a little while ago when I was looking at this blog’s domain name. Nothing dramatic. But it was sweet enough to make me smile.

It was the memory of my late mother. The memory of her feeding the ducks that she bred as pets. A whole bunch of them; in the duck pen behind our house. From when they were baby ducks to when they were adult, quacking, ducks. Yes, they quack, quack and quack because none of them was Donald. Or Daisy.

But why ducks? We were not living in a village; Section 5 Petaling Jaya is NOT a village. I never asked my mother; so, I guess I’ll never know.