After reluctantly dragging myself home at three-thirty in the evening, feeling as lifeless as can be, I parked my scooty and trudged inside. Mummy was sitting on the sofa, engrossed in watching her daily soap drama on TV.

While Dadu sat beside her, reading the newspaper with his glasses on. Don't even ask why Dadu is reading the newspaper instead of studying in the morning; it's just his daily routine. He probably reads that same newspaper two or three times a day!