it was your birthday and everyone had forgotten about it. You were a nobody to those around you, even your own friends… or so you was the last period of the day, mother tongue lesson. Anwar was your enemy and was Indonesian. He took Malay as mother tongue since it was the closest to Indonesian here in Singapore. He sat behind you for mother tongue and tapped on your chair. When you turned around, he handed you a bouquet of origami flowers. It was clear he’d put a lot of effort into making it Anwar: Selamat ulang tahun, anjing he said with a playful smile as he ruffled your hair