Por por is Cantonese for maternal grandmother.
I receive an unexpected phone call from my mom at work:
Mom: Por Por fell down… *long pause*
Me: …well? What happened? Is she OK? Is she dead? What the hell???
Me: …well? What happened? Is she OK? Is she dead? What the hell???
Mom: No no. She’s fine. Thankfully she fell on her face.
Me: Haha, MOM!
Mom: WHAT? WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?
Me: At first I thought something seriously bad happened because you didn’t say anything, but then when you were reassuring me that everything was fine, you say THANKFULLY she fell on her face. You don’t see the humor in this?
Mom: No, I don’t. Luckily her face broke her fall instead of a bone. Major surgery can kill her!
Mom: WHAT? WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?
Me: At first I thought something seriously bad happened because you didn’t say anything, but then when you were reassuring me that everything was fine, you say THANKFULLY she fell on her face. You don’t see the humor in this?
Mom: No, I don’t. Luckily her face broke her fall instead of a bone. Major surgery can kill her!
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