Living in Singapore
In Singapore, although life was hard, it was good. I married Jim and we were happy but in the end, there was trouble there too. After 21 years we separated. I had my children and they were young then. I grew up with them. We had a very happy life. No doubt we were poor and struggling, but we had very happy days.

I was more like a sister to them. Once when Jean went to the market, the people in the market asked her if Leslie was her son. Jean said “Mummy, you take your child, he’s not my child, he’s my brother.” They thought the girls were my younger sisters.

When Leslie passed his Cambridge and was in higher studies, in his year one, he told me he wanted to leave his schooling and go and work. He wanted to join SIA. I said “No, Leslie, you need to finish your schooling”. I also thought it’s dangerous to fly in the sky. He said, “No Mummy, if you’re going to die, you’re going to die. Even if you’re standing on the road, you could get hit by a car.” He said, “If you don’t let me go, this is my only chance, I will never get another chance again”. That was true, he was one in two thousand applicants who were eventually accepted. He pleaded and I said he could. I said I hoped he knew what he was doing. Today he has a family and has been in SIA for over 30 years.