I remember visiting Tai Por, my maternal great grandmother, in the flat she lived in when I was just a child, decades ago.
Her room smelled like mothballs and medicated oil. My eyes were drawn to the spittoon in a corner and I secretly lay on her bed, which felt uncomfortably hard with a straw mat for a mattress, though the porcelain pillow was cooling.
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