This is the same kitchen where I celebrated my birthdays when I was younger than the little boy in this picture. This is the kitchen where I first tasted real Singaporean Milo (made with condensed milk), had white bread slathered with butter, and where I came to love chicken curry and lotus root soup. (And I still say my Grandma’s lotus root soup is the best in the world!)

I still recall the countless Saturday nights when my cousins and I were called out from play to have supper – mini char siew baos with home-brewed American ginseng drink before reluctantly going home.

Something prompted me to bring my camera for CNY visiting this year. I’m so glad I did. I will always have a special place in my heart for 奶奶家 (Grandma’s Home).