childhood memories

Full Stomach Diner

When I was three or four, there was a time when it was just me and my father at home. My mother was staying at a hospital with my baby brother, who had a special heart condition to be looked after. My father was capable of cooking, but he wasn’t into cooking, so when it

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Pretending to be serious

Throughout my childhood, I learned piano at a local music school designed for children and teenagers. The school had a rigorous curriculum, and in addition to the weekly piano lessons, every Saturday, we were required to participate in one choir practice and one music theory class as a way to develop our musical capacity. I

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Memory of a morning and the snow

On Christmas morning when I was five, I woke up and found everything outside was covered in white snow. It wasn’t the first snow, but it was the first time the snow had stayed on the ground that winter. From the balcony of our tiny half-dilapidated apartment, I saw the white snow shining bright everywhere

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Sibling Fight Routine

When I was little, I had a brother three years younger than me. Since our age difference was small, as soon as he started walking and talking, we became great playmates. We watched TV programs together, played with Sailor Moon toys together, and went on many imaginary adventures together in our tiny half-dilapidated apartment. Although

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When I longed for a shoulder bag

When I was in kindergarten, there were two kinds of schoolbags that children carried. They were both yellow in colour, but one was a backpack and the other was a shoulder bag. My mother had a firm belief that a backpack was better for my shoulders since it was evenly balanced. So, when I entered

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