Today Nathan wrote an essay about his life in the village. This was one of the sentence he wrote: 我们平常散步的地方是高山野岭，在那里大自然是大家的厕所。I couldn’t stop laughing.
Last night I packed up the tent in my Grandma’s backyard. It may seem like a simple task, but the stories and meanings behind this task was very heart breaking and emotional. Packing up the tent felt like breaking a fragile porcelain bowl filled with precious droplets of memories—memories of my family and our one-year journey together. Nostalgia and sorrow flooded over me like a tidal wave crashing into an earthen wall. Why does packing up this tent bring me so much pain? Why is this empty space covered by a tarp have so much meaning and significance? Continue reading Packing Up the Tent
Who is Nathan from his Sister’s eyes?
“If Olivia and Joani aren’t going, then I don’t want to go either.”—that was my little brother, Nathan, at age 5. He was refusing to go on an exclusive trip with just my parents to Vietnam, because Joani and I weren’t going. Even though my parents already applied for his visa and made arrangements he still stubbornly refused. Lots have changed since then. For one, now he would jump at a trip to go to a different country, especially if he gets to go alone without Joani or me. Of course there’s a lot more than that: he’s more talkative now, more out spoken, more adventurous, and has even acquired the teenage “attitude” and presence. Despite the changes from Nathan being a boy to a rising teenager, he still will always be my sweet, little kid brother. Continue reading Boy to Teenage-hood
Life’s life. It all ends the same way, but the paths we take of life’s journey is a choice that is up to us to chose. Oops, sorry God, I’m the one blindfolded and you’re the one guiding me; it sure hurts when I hit those walls. Throughout this one year journey, I have learned much about travel and grown in my family relationship. Most importantly, I found my identity in Christ through His love for me. God’s love for me changed my whole being.