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I am a Pastor’s Kid: The work that took my dad away

My father pastoredĀ a family church for many years before he was made the chairman of the Singapore Centre for Global MissionsĀ (SCGM) to lead the local conversation on mission work. His ministry was...

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To the first man who ever loved me

I’ve got a funny relationship with my father. I mean, IĀ inherited hisĀ great looks (ahem ahem) and his passion for music, so from the outside, many would assume that I’m very much like...

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I kept walking right back to the love that was destroying me

I am a survivor of sexual and emotionalĀ abuse in my childhood. In my healing process, I’ve realised that while I thought I was unaffected by the repeated sexual assaults, the hurt and repeated...

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Letter to my daughter

My dear Daughter, You are barely three years old now and already I worry about the world you will have to face in the future. Actually, I’ve been worrying since you were in the womb.Ā  I worry...

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Where are you, my babies? Two lost children later, I finally became a mum

OneĀ midnight in April 1999, I was pushed into the operation theatre for an emergency operation. I was then 6 weeks pregnant. My first child was growing in my right fallopian tube and the tube was...

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Draw yo’ mama!

“IĀ was 25 when I got married and I told Jerry I didn’t want children.” Samantha Chia’s eyes crinkle into her trademark smile. She has the undeniable air of a mother, loving...

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I forgive you, Mum. Will you forgive me?

“One look at you and anyone can tell you are your father’s daughter. But you are a tough cookie just like me. I raised tough children,” my mother likes to say with pride. We get a...

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Will I ever be a mum?

As Singaporeans, we know the drill by the time we’re in our teenage years. Get married young, enjoy your first few years as a couple, work hard at your jobs and have children when you’re...

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A thank-you card is nice. But that’s not why I mother

For one Sunday every year, instead of being the one to have to wake up early to dishĀ out cereal and toast for breakfast, I get served breakfast instead. Last year, I was treated to heart-shaped...