Last Deepavali. It was almost my eighth birthday when my brother is standing on the table made from glass. "Don't stand on the table!". I shouted. Crash! It gave way and the table crush on my leg. He was lucky, he quickly jump down. I had no choice but to stitch my leg. The next day, I can't wake up. I slept very late at 3.17a.m. (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)