I was, as a child, astoundingly messy – a description my parents used for me.
Messiness was not my way of rebelling. Untidiness barely registers in my mind. When it does, it is usually because someone has pointed it out. Needless to say, this trait has led to a few confrontations, mostly with my parents, who spent a large part of my childhood vacillating between bewilderment and exasperation.
Already a subscriber? Log in
Play, subscribe and stand a chance to win prizes worth over RM39,000! T&C applies.
Cancel anytime. Ad-free. Unlimited access with perks.
