I always know when Malele Alexandra Tuilaepa arrives home. I hear - TopicsExpress

I always know when Malele Alexandra Tuilaepa arrives home. I hear her throw her keys in the ceramic bowl, as she shuts the heavy front door and then hear the ice tray rattling to only then walk up the stairs with her teeth grinding the ice cubes as she goes into her room to smell her wet towel and lay on her bed to then continue to tell me something that had happened during her day or complain about her 3rd world starvation and how I should proceed to buy her McDonalds. Nothing like sister senses.