I remember:
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Squatting on a blue linoleum floor, watching an
ant parade with Zubair
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Watching yachts blown about in a lake with Ayah
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Pushing my toy pram in a field of daffodils
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Hearing Abbas get a tongue-lashing for making
Maryam cry
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Carrying a sleeping Maryam from my parents room
and putting her in a cot in my room
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Sleeping in my kelambu in my room with Mak
after watching Stephen King’s IT
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Dressing Umar up and taking him to the
playground in the afternoons
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Playing masak-masak under the big durian tree in
front of Nenek’s house using REAL fire and ‘cooking’ plastic bag soup with
rambutan leaves
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Mandi kolam, mandi parit kong, climbing the
mangosteen tree, kait rambutan, catching tiny fish with my siblings and cousins
and uncles and aunties
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Throwing stones into the canal in front of
Embah’s house
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Getting a tongue-lashing from Embah for
throwing stones in the canal
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Paman Aee ‘s ‘telur geseng’ and firework shows
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Going to the Saturday morning market and buying
30 sen candy
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Eating keropok lekor and jambu batu and laksa
during recess
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Playing getah, batu seremban and congkak with
friends at school
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Not having problems beyond unfinished homework
