Yesterday evening, I stepped into our bedroom when…
Danielle: Mum, what’s the meaning of realism?
Me: Um…paintings that look so real they look like photographs?
Danielle: No. Not painting. Realist. What’s realist?
Me: Um…people who only see things as they are? As in what’s in front of them? Haiyah! Can look at the dictionary, can or not?
Danielle: Lazy lah…
Me: Hayoh! (I pick up my iPad) Realism – interest in or concern for the actual or real, as distinguished from the abstract, speculative, etc. Or in Literature – a theory of writing in which the ordinary, familiar, or mundane aspects of life are represented in a straightforward or matter-of-fact manner that is presumed to reflect life as it actually is. (I glance at her.)
Danielle: Oh okay. I understand.
Danielle: Nothing. (without looking up from her screen)
Me: Hayoh! See lah! I forgot what I came in here for!
I returned to the kitchen trying to remember why I went to the bedroom in the first place…Oh ya. To get my iPad…