Day 99/100. When I think of my childhood home, this is the one that comes to mind. When I was 7 or 8, my grandfather tore down the old bungalow that sat on this plot of land and built a four storey private apartment block. Each of his four sons’ families moved in and lived in their own apartments, one on each floor. We lived on the second floor. My grandfather and grandmother lived in the maisonette. An entire extended family living under one roof, a Chinese immigrant’s dream come true. T...
