I woke up at 4am this morning. Met Audrey under her block at 6.30am and then we headed off to Veron's house and waited for Johnson to pick us up. We went to Northview Primary. The cab felt as if it was flying.. Couldn't sit still at the back. Haha. Anyway, i was partnering with Stephen today. We only had to do one lesson. And i was very blessed by the story that was included in the module. It goes like this.
Story:The Wooden Bowl
An old man lived with his son, daughter-in-law. and grandson. As he was old, he hands often trembled and he could not see properly.
Every night, the family would eat dinner together at the dinner table. But because the grandfather's hands was shaky and he could not see properly, he would often make a mess at the dinner table. One day, the son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. "We must do something about Dad," said the son.
So the son and daughter-in-law set a small table in the corner for him to have his dinner alone. The rest of the family continued to have their dinner at the dinner table. Since the old man has been breaking some bowls, his food was served in a wooden bowl. Sometimes, the old man would have tears in his eyes as he ate alone. The grandson watched it all in silence.
One evening before dinner, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked his child sweetly, "what are you making?" Just as sweetly, the boy responded, "oh, i am making a little bowl for you and mama to eat your food from when i grow up." The boy smiled and went back to scrap the wood. The words struck the parents and they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both of them knew what had to be done.
Since then, the grandfather ate every meal with the family at the dinner table.
The End
When i heard this story, it reminded me of my grandma and how she was left in the old folks home for years before she went to live with my aunt. I barely got the chance to go and visit her. I didn't even get the chance to tell her how much i love her, how grateful i am for giving me my name and thanking her for taking care of me when i was young. I came back from church that Sunday and got a call that she passed away. And that she was wanting to see me. I miss her so so much.. So when people make fun of my name, it keeps reminding me of her. And it hurts so badly.., knowing that i will never see her again..
