The rustic charm of kampung life leaves an indelible imprint on the heart.
Back in the late 1950s, there were 11 of us siblings. My eldest brother, Abang Long, was the head of the pack. He was about 13 at that time. Abang Ngah was the second in line, the rest were girls.
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