I haven't been quite able to spend quality time with my God-Mother ever since I moved out of Jurong. She was my baby sitter when I was around a year old all the way till I enter primary school? Before my family moved out, she used to live just 3 storeys above us. It was so convenient to head over to her house back then. I remember how she would ring up my mum to ask for 'permission' to bring me out to Chinese Garden during Mid-Autumn Festival. She loves me and cares for me just like her own. I also remember how my God-Father, who dotes on me and is always smiley. I've never seen him frown because he always smiles at me and buys me my favourite snack - Hello Panda - if he knows of my coming. He never fails to buy a huge pack of Hello Panda for me. He doesn't really speak much about his problems and most of the time, he laughs off the things that happens around him. 

Just yesterday, I spent the whole day with my God-mother. No one else, just the two of us. My usual visit would be to laze around at her house but yesterday, we met at Jurong Point and had a really good meal at Malaysia Boleh. Yesterday was the first time I thought she spoke the most to me. Maybe because she knows that I'm old enough to share her thoughts with her and I am more than willing to bear all the thoughts she has, together with her. I am more than willing to be her listening ear. She was all cheery when she spoke to me. She hasn't been in her best shape for the past 6 months so I haven't seen her giggle and laugh so much for quite some time. I love the conversation we had. We talked about everything. From school to boyfriends to families to crabs to cars to houses to everything else.

I always thought we would be quite awkward together because we haven't spend a lot of time together since a really long time. But that was not the case. We walked around in Jurong Point, holding hands like how a mother would hold the hands of her child, fearing that she would lose her little baby. I couldn't feel any happier than to see her this cheerful. That was when I realised I actually miss her a lot. I could feel how much she misses me which kinda left me guilt-ridden. I could have spared her more of my time instead of sitting in front of the laptop, watching dramas and doing all the unimportant things.

We did some marketing with my God-father for dinner. I offered to help my God-Mother carry her bag and she gave it to me without holding back. I love this. Real family won't hesitate to accept your help. I really feel at ease when she gave me her bag just like that. I held on to the shopping basket and walked around with them at Jalan Bahar's Sheng Siong. Mmm, family warmth :)

When I look at my God-Niece, it brought me back to the days when I was only 3 or 4. I would stay over at my God-Mother's house and she would put on my PAP's kindergarten uniform for me in the morning, comb my hair, tie it up prettily and bring me to school. She would whip up good meals for me and cook lots of vegetables for me (I just love eating vegetables so much that I can have a plate of vegetables for dinner). I would open her fridge and hug a huge pack of Wolfberries and start munching. When my parents come to pick me up, the two big Gor Gors (or Brothers) will request for a kiss from me.

I just love this second family of mine. I do have friends who had terrible baby sitters. I am one of the few to be blessed with such wonderful baby sitter that still cares for me and celebrates my birthday for me yearly. I am so undeserving but all was given to me. Thank You Jesus for this second family. Some don't even have a complete family yet I have two. Jesus, You have given me Your best when I have given nothing at all. Thank You for this second family. Thank You so much.