A version of this essay first appeared in the December 2016 issue of 2nd Opinion magazine.
Ate Belle died yesterday. She was 62. Or 63.
I’m not sure. My mom said that her birth wasn’t properly recorded.
I only found out about this when I told Ate Belle we were going to Singapore once she retired, as a gift.
“She can’t,” my mom told me. “She doesn’t have a birth certificate.”
When you’re poor nobody cares about when you’re born. Or when you die.
HELLO, MY NAME IS EVAN TAN.
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