She was a very obedient girl who always stuck with my mother. Their relationship was symbiotic. When mother was in the washroom, she leaned against the washroom door; when mother was cooking in the kitchen, she prepared herself a stool and sat in front of the kitchen door. If this kind of closeness was the reason why mother was so fond of her, it was logical that mother did not like me. I was two years older than Na. I always tried to avoid mother. I did not want to feel like competing with Na for our mother’s love, or it was because I knew I would lose. My youngest sister, Hing, was too young to understand any of these, she was three and her life was much easier.