I was worried when my mother said after some days that my brother is going for an operation. I thought it was outrageous as he was only 6-years-old. In the hospital, I refused to leave my brother as I felt lonely in my room, he used to tell me jokes. The next day my aunt gave me a toy. I liked it very much. After some days, I felt peaceful as my brother finished his operation. (Memory collected at the Bukit Panjang Public Library during 'The Singapore Story: My Heart, My Hope, My Home' campaign from 6 Sep to 31 Dec 2012)