Look what I found in my dad’s Pictures folder!
That’s me at some inconceivably young age. I didn’t even have teeth. And my dad told me I’d always squeal and laugh when he tossed me onto the bed and I landed in the middle of the pillows.
That’s when I was two, I think. My dad said I was in the middle of looking through a photo album when he softly called my name and I looked up. That’s when he clicked the shutter.
I can’t even remember this. But my dress matched the window display, for some reason.
That’s when I was about five, maybe. I was nuts about that pair of shades.
My eighth birthday! That was when my dad bothered buying me a cake. Later, he told me, there was one year when I smeared cake all over the floor. Nobody bought cake for me after that.
Obviously, that was taken during Chinese New Year. I don’t wear that at home on normal days.