According to my dad, mom planned on having four kids. This pic shows the four oldest kids – and that would have been it – neither I nor half my siblings would have existed. Then my mom visited a fortune teller.
He told her he could see her husband marrying a second, younger wife in the future. That enraged her. She decided there and then, that if that were to happen, she would make sure the new wife had her hands full raising a bunch of young kids. That’s how the rest of us came into being. Turned out the fortune teller was right. My dad remarried, maybe a year or two after my mom passed away. My stepmom was 19 when she married him. Ironically, she had been the housekeeper/babysitter brought in to help when my mom was hospitalised.
Memories of Malaysia 