I visualised the floor map of my childhood home. I imagined walking through the main door of the flat into the porch where connected the flower balcony and the lounge. A large shoe storage in the corner facing the balcony. There was a stack of A3 white papers inside the cabinet. The colour gradually turned cream-yellow with time. I remember the smell of wood combining with a blow of damp air when I opened its door. I used to spend all day drawing on them, as I didn’t go to a nursery or preschool when I was little, like my sister had. I entertained myself with drawing when I was with Mum, or with a group of her friends, while Dad and my sister were at work and school. Turn left and slide open a pair of screen doors to the lounge, where we had a set of wooden and bamboo sofas and a wall of bookshelves. I jumped around them and imagined that the ceiling-high bookshelves were big mansions for my miniature glass animal figurines. I remember that we bought those small colourful gadgets in the night market. I loved going to the night markets with my family.