There is an uncle in my family who doesn’t drive. And the reason he doesn’t drive is because he is a poet, and he has too many things going on in his mind to concentrate on the road. As the middle child in the family, it’s sometimes great to be stuck in between. My older sister drives me around when I’m back in Penang, while my younger sister drives me around when I’m in Melbourne. Because I live in Singapore and I earn an executive’s wages, I can’t afford the luxury to drive my own car. I think this is the best deal anyone can ever ask for. Talk about middle child syndrome.