The preschool was a vibrant place and my lecturer, her family, and other families were already there. We were treated a warm and delicious authentic Malaysian breakfast prepared by the families immediately when we arrived. After breakfast, we all gathered to divide the tasks and got to work.
I started to sympathize for the people I met on the ride and imagined what it must feel like to be in their shoes. I don’t think I could put up with years of commuting to and from work from a home so far away. The monotony and brutality of the routine would be the death of me.