The nursery school teacher teaching my sister's class would see me through the classroom window before the start of classes and called out my Chinese name. I was wondering who is she and how does she know my name. I was just an 11-year-old girl in 1998, bringing my sister to nursery school. Then one day I would come to chance upon this photo. It was taken five years before in 1993, when I was in K2 when I was six. I am the one in the second row, fourth from your right. I would then notice that the teacher standing in the last row and from my left look familiar. My sister's teacher! It began to click on me that she used to teach my class Chinese. My mother would come to tell me how it was only after I entered nursery school I started to speak Chinese at home apart from English, given she remembered I only replied to her in English whenever she was speaking to me in Chinese up till then. It would come to make me suspect that same teacher who taught my sister might have been the person who had made it possible for me speaking Chinese since I was four years of age. I am still doing it since.