I had always been fascinated by aeroplanes - I used to imagine myself a pilot. Three days before the beginning of March, my entire family took a tour of Guangzhou’s Baiyun Airport (or so I thought). I was certain that they brought me here because they all knew how much I loved aeroplanes and, luckily, I was inside one moments later.
I do not have too lucid of a memory of life before Guyana. My father had a motorcycle. I would sit in front, and rev. In retrospect, having a 5 year old kid control the speed of the bike is rather unwise. He left for Guyana in 1992 in search for better opportunities with his best friend (my mother, sister, and I arrived in 1994). He bought me a lot of toys, so he was an alright chap. My mother worked in a sewing factory, and I would end up next to her ‘sewing station’ after school. She is the hardest working person I know, even until now. I believe the last thing I learned in school was to count/write to one hundred using the method of counting as we all know it (that is - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5…100), as opposed writing numbers in Chinese, as shown below.)