When I was still staying with my parents, my mum never fail to wake up early every morning to make me breakfast. She would always pack the sandwiches nicely and neatly in a ziplock bag and made sure that I remember to bring it along with me to work.

After I moved in with Prince, I try to make breakfast every morning and make sure Prince bring the sandwiches I make to work. I begin to like making breakfast because I realised whenever I make something for Prince, there is always an indescribable kind of happiness in me.

Now I understand why my mum could religiously do it every morning… I’m sure I could do it for the rest of my my life too…