When we balik kampung a couple of weekends ago, we bumped into our old neighbours in Sitiawan, Mr. and Mrs. Peter Ling, who lives near Atok and Opah’s house. Ain and I had a brief chat with them about the good old days, and they gave us some freshly-picked avocados from their yard. Removing the flesh from the pit by twisting the fruit was novel, I thought. Then I cut up the flesh into slices because I am a sociopath who does not care about cutting up fruits.   Boom.