Bunda, means Mother in the Indonesian language, is what my daughter calls me, at least until two months ago, before she starts calling me Mommie or Mama (with that British accent), following what her friends at school call their Mom. Children are indeed resembling a sponge, they are very quick in adapting to the surrounding environment. Nevertheless, I am still a Bunda, perhaps the only Bunda in Brighton. My daily life in Brighton, in general, is filled with studying, seeing beautiful places (even only the autumn/winter trees and Victorian-styled houses) and doing mom’s duty. It is not exactly the same, some days feel longer and some days feel easier. This routine I am about to tell is probably the normal one.