Rainy days make me think of money. Well, not like the raining money kind of illusion but more like rainy day funds.
My parents have inculcated in us the significance of saving for a rainy day since we were young. When I was 20, I put all my savings into a design firm that lasted for 15 years. For several years, I've used my savings to splurge on vacations for myself and the kids. More recently, I poured all my rainy day funds into the apartment.
These days, whenever I bring mum for her doctor's appointment, I no longer reach for my wallet, insisting on footing the bill. "Sorry, mum. I can't afford to pay for your treatment at this moment. Maybe you'll have look to my brothers for sponsorship?"
"No, no, no!" She'll insist on paying using her rainy day funds. As far as I know, her rainy day funds have been poured into the numerous doctors' bank account.
Sometimes when I deny the kids of a frivolous purchase, they would tell me in a huff, "Then use my savings lah!"
"No, no, no. That meagre savings you have is for rainy days." I always say.
But to them, that pair of shoes or jeans or t-shirt is to die for. It IS a rainy day!