(This chapter was adapted from online websites)
Its another day at the harbor. Sailors and merchants unload their goods, ready for a day of trading ahead. Just a few meters away at the market that was bustling with life, the bargaining and shouting of customers and stall owners alike could be heard as some had to elbow their ways through the crowd.
The moment is shattered by a three children, two of them almost identical, followed by a younger brother, running and screaming with delight. The oldest whoops into the frigid air, his siblings follow soon. Heads turn, a dog barks, a duck skitters out further into the pond. In this island of noise the tranquil places are jealously guarded - the children expected to mirror the adults. They say you can't bottle love but I'll say they're wrong. Those three children are the proof. Have you seen them run with that bouncy stride of theirs? Have you seen how wide their smiles are or how wide they reaches for every hug? Those children are love in a bottle, just seeing them makes the rest of us glad to be alive.
And those three children were Temasek, Singapura and Singapore.