i love going to Aus for holidays. it just feeels so weird coming back. guess it’s prolly due to my mom, bro, and like the whole other side of the family still there, waiting to enjoy the weather, shopping, food, company, scenic views. and i come back to singapore because i got camp tomorrow. no, i don’t hate camp, but i mean i felt like just ponning camp and staying for another week there with the family. it’s just, different.
this trip the most beautiful thing of all i saw was a mother’s love. be it both my aunties and especially my mom. aunt who lives there will be fetching the children around to school, tuition, church, music class what not and come back to cook. aunt who joined us prepares so many diff meals for her kids, makes sure there are things they like at all times and sleeps late because she tucks them in then goes wash up and all. finally my mom who wakes up every morning to prepare a bloody good brunch for us everyday, i got the privilege to join her every morning, helping her cook for the family. she spoils us with shopping, always wanting the best for us and lets us do our stuff before she gets her own personal space. always letting us have the best. maybe that’s why i feel so “home” sick (though i’m at home.)
home is not a house, home is family, people, relationships. that really is home and treasure every moment you have at home. precious people given by our Daddy God.
pictures up soon.
