Just like every year in the past two decades, the first batch of family relatives to come my house in Ipoh for bainian
on the first day of the Chinese New Year comprised of my mom's elder sister ( daye
) as well as her son and his family. My daye
was once a self-employed tailor in Ipoh who specialised in homemaking baju kurung
and baju kebaya
for Malay female customers such as cabaret girls in the 1960s and 1970s when, I still remember, Bengawan Solo
was still a popular hit in town. Like my mother, daye
was born in Batu Gajah. She is now eighty two.