If I had to extend my time in the office I would make sure that I’d call up and check on my kids if they were okay, they’re usually fine… until last night, I had the shock of my life when my son, my beloved little son answered the phone telling me that he can’t walk, “Mom, I can't walk, my foot got stuck in the bike, huhuhu…” my heart bled. Just last week when we had to leave Balong all by himself in the house for an hour (believe me we had no choice), I nearly cried when he told me over the phone that he’s afraid the big bad wolf might come and eat him just like the wolf did to the pigs. So you can imagine the shock and hurt I felt when he told me he couldn’t walk. I wanted to fly home but I had to finish my deadlines! I am such a bad mother!

When I got home, he cried the minute he saw me walking towards him, he was sitting on the floor, he couldn’t stand up, his right ankle was wounded, swollen and bruised. He hugged me so tight, it felt like he didn't want to let go, he must have felt safe in my arms.

He could not sleep last night, he kept on crying, it was heartbreaking, there was nothing I could do, I can only look at him and hold his hand. So painful, it felt like I’ve been stabbed in the chest over and over again. I cried so many times, it’s so hard to watch your child suffer knowing that you can’t do anything to take the pain away. Even Gillian cried when he saw his brother limping like a wounded rabbit. My husband was holding back his tears, he was hurt, too, but he didn’t want to show it to his kids, I’m not sure if it was right, but he felt like he should be strong in front of them, I didn’t think it was right, to be honest, I think parents should also show what they’re feeling to their kids but I’ll deal with it later, Balong needs tender, loving, care right now. But if anything, I still feel thankful that it’s the only injury he suffered, it could’ve been much worse, my son is alive, he’s with us, safe in my arms.

Thank God!!!