How often have we done something to our kids in a fit of anger and then felt guilty about? I guess its quite a common thing among parents today. I, for one, am guilty of raising my voice or losing my patience with my munchkins quite frequently. Nevertheless, that sentiment of guilt slips away as quickly as it comes.
Yet for the past 2 days, Di had been tormented by the guilt demon. At my in-laws' place on Saturday, all was fine when En was having her evening bath while Xuan was napping. Then Di heard Xuan wailing in the bedroom down the corridor. Thoughts like "did she fell off the 6-inches thick mattress?" or "is she scared because she woke up alone in an unfamiliar bedroom?" raced through his mind. He had no time to ponder the situation. He just need to rescue his princess! So he ran towards the room, push open the bedroom door... only to hit against an "obstacle" behind the door... his own flesh and blood!
Xuan was petrified, her head shaking and she sobbed uncontrollably in fear and pain. Di was so overwhelmed, he couldn't recall how he had to push the door inwards wide enough for his gigantic body to enter into the room to cuddle his fear/pain stricken child. From that moment onwards, the demon took control till now.
Despite assurance from everyone that Xuan seemed alright and unhurt (except for a redden cheek which is probably the area hit by the door), the demon stood firm in Di. It was pure accident but the impact was so great, I guess he'll remember it for life. I just pray the demon will walk out of Di in no time.
As for Xuan, she's happily watching her favourite Sesame Street VCD now as I type, occasionally making sounds like "ya-ya", "hee", "eh...", clapping her hands and chuckles a lot. I can't thank the Lord enough for preserving her. Amen!
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