Dust has (more or less) finally settled on the Seah family’s flu episode. As I was looking through the photos of Fukky and Peh Ling which I shot in Bali, my wife reminded me that it was quite a traumatic experience for her those few days. Till today, she still gets teary when she thinks about it. I think it was tough for her. In a way, I feel bad that I couldn’t be beside to help. But I guess things turned out ok. I keep thinking that it could’ve been worse. I’m so thankful. I was browsing through my leica-wannabe compact camera, and I realise I took a shot just before Celeste was discharged. It’s of her sleeping peacefully, after a few days of “hell” with tubes all over her body.

Over dinner just now, my wife was mentioning a phrase in Chinese to me. My Chinese sucks…but it’s something along the lines of “Being children, we should take care of our bodies cos it’s given to us by our parents. When any part of us is unwell or hurt, our parents will hurt the most”.

Another side of parenthood