Last month, we had a "bring a plate" dinner gathering at my place. A regular affair which includes our close family friends, and their "could I bring along..." As usual it was a great night with good food and wines. True to our national psyche of kiasuism, we had enough food to feed the whole battalion plus "tah pao" for our house guests and visitors to bring home.
Just as I was about to pour myself another drink, a question came across the dinner table from one of the house guests. "Do you recall how long ago, you left your country to live here?"
My wife and I looked at each other and replied at the same time. But we both gave a different answer. Had we forgotten? It amazes us how time can pass and we forget about the beginning.