It was at this Bukit Panjang place that we spent our very first lean Chinese New Year. But a butcher did manage to slaughter a pig and sell its parts to the refugees like us there. My father was fortunate enough to buy a slice. We also slaughtered a chicken. We offered these dishes to our ancestors as was our custom before having them for our reunion dinner. Though few, it was still considered a luxury at a time of war, and so we kept the dinner only to family members.