Since the day that i have learned to walked, i hated walking. Be it to the provision shop below my block or to my kindergarten one road a way, my maid would carry me. Well, usually it's the parents that takes care of their child but, for me, it's my relatives. My relative took turns to take care of me. Usually i would be at my grandma's house, being taken care by my aunt. I call her gugu. Sometimes, it will be another aunt of mine that will take care of me. i call her, da gu. These people were the ones who taught me to walk, write and laugh. Much of my first experience were with them.

Let me guess, you guys are thinking that my life is just normal and well cared by many. Well, that's definitely not going to happen for the entire story. I guess almost all English teachers would have told you, in any story there must be a series of events. For me, it's a series of UNFORTUNATE events.

My mum did appeared in my toddler's memories, definitely.Those memories are usually harsh ones. How many times of forced outings with her seems to be countless.