Mama's friends came to my house to celebrate Christmas with potluck. I was curious at how Zach and Elliot Gor Gor played. Mama said boys like to run around and make a lot of loud noises (well, some girls do that too!). I must get used to it or join them! So I did. I actually prefers to play with older children like Zach Gor Gor. But I think I kept following him so closely that I must had pissed him off. Hehehe...So he pushed me and I fell, had abrasion against the chair under my arms. Two deep long scratches so I cried like miserably with tremble.
When the aunties and uncles left, I cried for 3 hours. Refused to let Mama and Papa pacify me. They had to pin me down to put band aid on. But I struggled. Mama said it reminded her about how God sometimes will also "pin" us down just to make us feel better because he loves us and wants to heal us. But sometimes the pain just hurts so much that we refuse to let God "see" or "touch" it. Silly humans, right? Actually, God, or rather, my parents were simply trying to make me feel better. The process was necessary.
Actually, Mama felt the pain in her heart too. When they pinned me down, she teared. I think God feels the pain too when we are hurt as well. It's comforting to know that when we cry, God cries with us.
I also cried till I vomited. I usually have very high threshold for pain. But these ones really hurt alot. So can't blame me. :P Poor Mama and Papa. They had to clean the house and attend to me till 1am. They only slept for less than 4 hours and I woke them up again with my pain a few times. Thanks, Papa and Mama! I know you love me. :)
Ye Ye and Nai Nai also rushed to see me before I slept. I am so blessed to have many people who love me. I'll still play with older kids. Mama said it's normal that kids have accidents when they play. It's part of growing up. I'm just glad that each time I have accident, God is there to protect me. (Oh, did I mention I fell from Papa's bed and knocked my head?! Ok, let's not rake up the past)
So adults, moral of the story is, take the chair away lah!
I like to sit (I mean stand!) at Papa's driver seat. But Papa will only let me when the car is parked, of course, if not Uncle policeman will scold (Mama always says that!)
After church service, we had to wait for other drivers to remove their vehicles. So while we were stuck inside, I would play with the signals and steering wheel.
Ay! See what see! (2 gangster drivers! Get out of the way!)
I will get excited when I'm put at the driver seat! Papa said he'll let me drive his car when I grow up (with a license, of course!). A deal is a deal, Papa!
