My earliest memories would have to involve traveling, airports and my dad’s place in Makassar, Indonesia (then called Ujung Pandang). From when I was born up to when I was 3 years old I traveled to and fro Indonesia a lot, which lead me to finally moving there semi-permanently when I was 8. The most vivid memory I had from my early childhood would involve tripping into a huge rock outside our ancestral home that resulted into a very noticeable mark on my right hand, so much that it looks like a semi-keloid/birth mark. It’s one of the scars that will probably stay with me until forever.

I don’t even know where to start with this because the thought of having kids doesn’t really cross my mind often. For the sake of answering this, however, I will have to say, “I’m not a regular mom. I’m a cool mom.” Get it? Thumbs up for Mean Girls reference. In all seriousness, what I’d like for kids to know is that I value my relationship with my parents so much that I hope they would feel the same way with me. I have the utmost respect for my parents but at the same time we’re such good friends that I’m so comfortable with them when it comes to a lot of things. So I hope I get to instill that kind of relationship with my future children.