This morning, because I took an antihistamine pill, I slept late but was woken by a phone call.
The most dreaded call, from my son's school, breaking a really bad news to me.
I wanted to cry but there wasn't any more tears. I wanted to scream but there isn't any sound. I seriously don't know how to react. Luckily hubby is in town, so I picked up the phone and call him.
I went about the day with a heavy heart, a lump in my throat that failed to go away. I knew that I had to stay away and let my hubby handle it.
Yet, I was anxious to be home to understand the whole scenario. I really admire him for being so strong, so logical and so calm.
I pray that my son will learnt from this experience. I pray that he will take this weekend and the next following three days to self reflect, to repent and to made amend.
I pray that now after knowing his side of the story and his medical condition that they will not jump into conclusion that quickly and have a better understanding of my little boy.
I pray that there won't be any more such calls from the school for it makes me feel that I had failed so badly as a mother.
Now let's take this bowl of Sharken Melon Soup to nourish the broken spirit. Let it heal wounds and let's move on with life.
Do join me on this Heritage Food Trail if you have the time. I am sure it will be an opportunity to get to know other dialect food cuisine.