Oh, behind every success..........there is/are failures!!!
Young and fresh in Toronto, I struggled two years to adjust. I
wasn't used to big country, big land. So much commute. And then the
reality of DIY. No maids, no parents, no extended family.
Everything on my own. I guess you can say I was spoilt. Not having
to do chores and the convenience that tiny S'pore presents.
Cooking was another challenge. I know close to nuts. Nothing I cook
taste edible. There were occasions that it lead to "fights". One
wintery night, I walked off. When young son asked "where are you
going, mummy?" I replied "going to die". Yes, I was THAT upset. I
guess I could have swept the food/dishes to the floor but I'm not
that violent.
But alone in this cold country, I have no where to go. Eventually,
I had no choice but to return home, still sad and angry. I felt
grieve because my efforts were not appreciated. But I had to laugh
when my son saw me and said "Eh, mummy, I thought you went to die.
How come you didn't die yet?"
Yes, many trials and tribulations, ups and downs. But through it
all, we both stand strong at the end of the day. Now, we have the
best time of our lives together!!! And I sincerely thank God and
cannot thank Him enough for everyday. I am blessed.
Oh man, why did I reveal so much? Now, how on earth did you manage
to trigger that from me? 
