If somebody asked me what I remember the most about my
childhood, then the answer is traveling and books. Two things that still haunted me until my
present day as a parent, mom of two.
My travelling experience has began even before I was
born. It started when my Dad assigned
from Jakarta to Ujung Pandang, South Sulawesi.
The whole family flew to strange city they never think before, with me
still in womb. My Mom was 8-months
pregnant of me back then. Not long after I was born, Mom and me flew again to
Jawa to visit my Mom’s father who was ill.
His last wish was to see me, the granddaughter of his first
daughter. Yup, my Mom was the eldest of
her sibling. And that story told to me many
times, by my parents when they’re still alive.