Under One Roof

Three years ago, when my mom died, we really thought life will never be the same again for us. It was a terrible thing to happen, too close to Christmas. But then a little girl came into our lives. She is the daughter of my dad’s second cousin. She lives a house away from us. Because my dad was lost that time, he turned his attention to the newest baby in the neighborhood: Hazel. She started spending time at home. We took turns taking care of her. She went home to be breastfed and to sleep at night, that’s it. The rest of the time, she spent here with us.

About a year ago, when her little sister was born, she started living here at home. Up to the present, she still lives here and has no plans of going home

For the past three years now, Christmas is all about Hazel. Having a little kid at home made the occasion more colorful for us. If it’s just us, with James, our youngest, already 17, well, we won’t really bother that much with the decorations or with the gifts. But since there is a little girl whose face lights up with the mention of gifts and Hongkong and Christmas… you get my drift.