However, back in the day, our nuclear family of three did not have enough to be able to afford a high-end English medium school. So, my caregivers, in their determined effort to provide me with the best education, found a way. It was practically a barter system. Every Sunday, my father would take out his old scooter. I would squeeze myself in between my father and my mother. Together, we would go to the homes of my teachers; one subject teacher every Sunday. The teachers would spend a few hours teaching me. In lieu of this service, my father would run errands for them.