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“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...
“Sometimes when I see kids running around, I imagine them as my own,” Deb remarks. She gazes into the distance through moist, red eyes. Coughing out a few girlish giggles, she quickly...
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...
For one Sunday every year, instead of being the one to have to wake up early to dish out cereal and toast for breakfast, I get served breakfast instead. Last year, I was treated to heart-shaped...
My mother is the ground I step on. I take her for granted. I throw tantrums. I get angry. I slam the door. I scream. Sometimes I fail to apologise for the things I’ve done wrong. It’s not...
When I graduated from medical school in 2007, the plan at that time was to become a general practitioner. But then I became pregnant with our first child, Josiah – and I struggled with whether I...
My mom is so whiny. She’s a housewife but she complains about having to do housework. She complains that she is worse off than a maid, because at least they get paid for their domestic work....
This year will be my last Mother’s Day as a non-mother. My first child has been growing within me for almost 9 months now. As the big day draws near, the anticipation and excitement to finally meet...
“I’m not comfortable to share this with you/everyone, but I’ll let my mentor know.” I’ve been hearing this phrase quite often. I usually nod my head in sympathy. Yeah,...