That evening nobody could cook for us. My parents had a dinner appointment and our amah went back to China for a holiday, so being the eldest I was required to do the cooking. I was actually quite happy and excited to do that.
The menu included fried fish. I had seen how it was like frying fish. The oil would splatter. In order not to be hurt by the oil I made some precautions. I wore a pair of sunglasses which was large enough to cover fully my eyes, covered my hair and brow with a shower cap, plastic gloves to protect my hands and a raincoat to finish the safety measures.
My brothers and sisters could not stop laughing when they saw my outfit and it had become something of amusement when brought up again.
I have become very fond of cooking when I had to cook for myself while studying in Sydney. When I became a housewife, this had helped me to get through depression as when we had guests, which was probably once or more a week, I could spend the whole day preparing for the cooking and forget about the loneliness embedded in me.
Now my husband has taken up almost all the cooking as he loves doing it more than I do. These days dinner parties are only for festivals. Since I now have found what I love doing most and that I have recovered from bipolar disorder I no longer feel lonely. I find myself very fortunate that someone has taken over my job and giving me more time for what I enjoy doing most.