Throwback time! I always love going through my mother’s old photo albums of the family. Seeing myself that young and tiny is crazy. It seems like
such a long time ago but at the same time, it feels like only yesterday when I ran around in moon boots in the schoolyard.
We have a big family residing in the Netherlands and the rest of the family is either in China, Malaysia, Indonesia or Singapore. The picture below represents my mother’s side of the family. After my grandfather passed away, my grandmother became the matriarch of the family. I remember when I saw The Godfather for the first time when I was little. I must have been seven or eight, and I first began seeing my grandmother as the Don Vito Corleone of my family. Not because we killed off people we didn’t like or put horse heads in people’s beds (no seriously, we didn’t). No, it was because of the great authority my grandmother seemed to have in the family. Whenever something was going wrong with someone, they would come to my grandmother and ask for her advice. Whenever someone was born, he or she had to be held first by my grandmother. Whenever there was something to be said, my grandmother would have the last word. I looked up to her so much. I was always very close to her. She was the one who raised me and my sisters when my parents had to work during the day. I would talk to her about everything that happened at school. It’s been almost nine years since she passed away and her presence is still missed greatly.
That’s me in the middle, looking so serious. Left from me is my sister Eve and right from me my cousin Hong.
And this is us again. We were dubbed the ‘four musketeers’. From left to right: me, cousin Hong, sister Eve, cousin Tjoen. We were inseparable, the four of us. We would call each other on the phone for hours and it made our parents mad every time the bill came.
And here’s me and my sister, looking as fashionable as ever.