When I was born, my great grandfather pass away. My mom was having labour then, so they didn’t her.

During the first week of her confinement after I was born, when I was in my crib, my mum saw my great grandma standing at my crib, look at her, and ask her to take care of me. Then my great grandma walked out of the room. My mum wonder how my great grandma could come into the house without her knowing, and went out also to look for her, but couldn’t find her.

Next day my grandma then told my mum that great grandma had passed away. She freaked out but kept it to herself. My great grandma had this great laksa bowl, this porcelain bowl. I don’t know why but when I was young I must eat my baby food from there. I don’t know why. I would always throw the food out. My great grandma was Muslim. I remember at 6 pm at night, I would often turn on the TV and watch the Koran. Other kids watch cartoon, I watch Korans.

I often talk to people that wasn’t there. Like “Hi auntie” when there wasn’t anyone there. But this ability had sort of faded off. And my mum often told me not to talk to strangers. I really don’t know if there were strangers there or not in the first place