I visited a friend who just had a baby some time last week. Took a look at the babies and I noticed something that confirms what I have always thought all along; all babies look the same.
I remembered looking at my son from the newborn incubatory station. He had a few neighbours there. Two boys and three girls. I remember their faces vividly. Why? Because they all look almost identical with one another.
There were three Chinese babies and two Malay ones, including my son. But did it matter? For me, it doesn’t make the least bit of difference. Their parents were smiling while looking at their cute bundles of joy. I can relate to them. I have no doubt in my mind that none of the parents were thinking, “Is that a Malay, Indian or Chinese baby beside mine?”. And they shouldn’t.