It has occurred to me that my parents think I have an eating disorder, because I do not enjoy eating particular Indonesian foods that they cook for me. I also follow quite a different eating pattern to them; for example, I eat lunch at 12pm to 1pm, while my parents can still hold out until 3pm or perhaps even as late as 4pm.

So I eat earlier than them – they don’t find anything wrong with that – but when it’s time for them to eat, they ask me why I’m not eating with them. “I’m full, I reply,” refusing the plate chock full of food they place in my face. “What did you eat that made you full?!” they ask, “A foccacia does not fill you up!” They then proceed to try and force feed me, despite my honest to heaven claims that I am full.

If I tell you I’m full, people, I’m full! I don’t need you hackin’ asking me if I’m hungry every two minutes! Stupid control freaks…