When she was a kid, her father would read her stories before going to bed. Her siblings would always pick up the small pink book with bunnies for her dad to read and he would. Not every day, but sometimes. He is the best storyteller.

It always fascinates her how one story, when told, emerged inside her mind. Playing throughout the moment and colours spreading everywhere. Imagination running wild. Every description she can relate with, every angle, every side of a story she can see. Books are magically portable enchantment, she loses herself in books, find herself there too. Abracadabra.

Growing up, she read a lot of storybooks. English, of course. Because the small pink book with bunnies is in English, and she can’t move on. The best story teller tells the best stories, how can she un-love it? Her mum and dad built this one mini library at the hallway of their home, all the way from the living room to the kitchen. Side by side left to right, everything’s book. That mini library that she would explore every now and then. That mini library that contains storybooks to magazines to theses. That mini library was once another world that little girl loves exploring.

    Now she can read. A fast reader she is and she saw that small pink book with bunnies lately. She read the title. It was “Primary School  Essays”.

She has something to say to her dad.

    GGWP, dad!