he’s really my grandfather
separated at birth…they are really related kekeke…苦中作乐
the father has gone back to work…wah piangz! he say he feel ok already.
omigawd!!!!!!!!
the sister called me while i was making victoria sleep. making sound better then putting ha ha ha…
sister: your father fainted in toilet!
my heart beat stopped for 2 secs…is my dear-useful-best-babysitter/driller/carpenter/motorbiker/joker/God lover/cat lover/daughters lover/kids lover gonna die!
breath breath…
so the father fainted…IN HIS OWN SHIT! so poor thing…see picture, you’ll feel heartache…
his story is…
‘i got stomachache so quickly went to the toilet. while seated on the toilet bowl…blank….then woke up by a loud shout ‘OI!’ by someone. then realise i was on the floor with my shit every where…i got up slowly, my head giddy, i use water to wash myself up and wash the toilet. i can even get the broom to clean. i went to tell my son in law and timothy (the grandson) was so scared but tried to stay calm cuz when he pass me a glass of water to drink his hands was shiverrrriiiiiing hur hur hur (he really laughed, i didn’t put it in myself)
we think it was the angel of the Lord shouting to wake him up. ‘its not time to go yet, buddy! you just broke your daughter’s toilet pipe!’
~back to my home~
after the phone call, i told victoria gong gong is injured, let’s pray for him. she was serious, and repeated whatever i prayed. sometime she will play a fool during prayers but not this time. somehow she know the seriousness in my tone. after that i stil worried so i ask…
mum: victoria, mummmy worried for gong gong. can i ask aunty thiam to come in and put make you to sleep?
vic: *nod*nod* ok go.
so i quickly turn on the small lamp…thank goodness dorothy slept already…and change.
vic: gong gong in hospital?
mum: no, he’s in the clinic
vic: are you going to cry?
i’m usually the crying sort, but not so this time. almost tho…
mum: er…nope. but i’m still worried. you continue to pray ok.
after the clinic check up, we went back to my sister’s place.
we used charity’s hairband to hold down the plaster…it kept popping up!
children are really God sent to comfort people in times like this. victoria would prob whine at the brink of falling asleep and i have to leave her, but she didn’t. The grandson, timothy is 9 yrs old. he was very worried about the grandfather and cannot sleep. then they all pray together (my sis, her 2 sons and daughter) then timothy said…
tim: while i pray, i saw a bright shiny star…
charity (the 6yrs old daughter): no lah! that’s the satelite! (maybe she got bionic eyes @_@)
timothy continue even tho the sister just anit-climax-ded the moments…
tim: …a voice told me that my grandfather is ok. i’m not worry anymore…zzzzzzzzz
and the fell asleep :’-) *sniff*sniff*
God’s watching us everyday, anytime, anything and He is also listening to us. sending words, sign and loud shout to comfort us and remind us that He is there.
i thank God that i know Him.
Do you know him?
