Hi there! My name is Kaishi. My father is Singaporean. My mother is Japanese.

They make lots of sounds every day. Baffled, I put on a questioning look. Luckily, they always explain things to me.

“Nam…Nam…Nam,” my mother sighed appreciatively, gobbling noodles. “What’s this? What’s this?” I chanted in my heart. “It’s udon! It’s udon! It’s udon!” She examined, her face lighting up like a bright bulb.

“抱抱 (Bao Bao)…抱抱…抱抱…,” my father said eagerly, his hands stretched out. “What’s this? What’s this?” I chanted in my heart. “It’s my hug! It’s my hug! It’s my hug!” He exclaimed, picking me up in one swift motion and squeezed me tightly.

“バグ (bagu)…バグ…バグ…,” I opened and closed my mouth, my fists fiercely moving up and down in unison. “What’s this? What’s this?” my parents chanted, puzzled looks on their faces. “I want milk! I want milk! I want milk!” I screamed, reaching out for my mother’s bosom.

These are my favourite sounds. For this is how I am loved. 🥰