Mother

A 23 year old woman left her 17 month old daughter in the dessert for FOUR days to die. She put her child on the stroller and intentionally left her there to die. HOW COULD ANY HUMAN DO THAT TO THEIR OWN CHILD? 

17 months old, that's how old Chester is right now. He is learning how to communicate, he can clap his hands, he can dance, he can run, he can talk (his own language right now), he can sense fear, he can sense happiness, he can sense a whole lot of things in this world. When I think of that little girl all alone in the dessert with nothing but strapped on to a stroller, I cannot imagine the fear, the hunger, the thirst and last but not least the very last moments of her life, wondering why is this happening to her. That poor little girl was even born with drug addiction. Oh that poor little girl. I can't even...

I know I am unable to change the world. Who am I, right? I know there are terrible cases of child abuse out there. I know there are a lot of crap going on in this world. I can't do a single thing to change them. But one thing I know I can do, is to take care of my own children. I pray for any parents I know, to do the same to their own children. This way, we can raise a better generation of children, who can then do the similar and bring about the change. At least that's what I am hoping for.

I have always loved this quote from my all time favourite movie The Crow, "Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of all children.", which he quoted from William Makepeace Thackeray, which made being a mother much more meaningful for me. A mother should never kill her own children. Period. That piece of news disturbed me more than anything.

A mother cooks. Not all mothers because some has to work. I am the cooking sort of mother since I am jobless. 

I am trying to fatten Scarlett up by cooking her proper breakfast this summer holiday. This morning, I made her omelette, two slices of brie cheese (her favourite cheese), some grapes to go with the cheese and half a "chicken butt bun" (鸡尾包). I was happy she ate them all.

For my little guy, I made him some plain congee with broccoli and a soup to go with the congee for the day. I cooked the soup with garlic, tomatoes, celery and minced pork. The soup is refreshing for this heat. I take it that Chester loves it since he always opens his mouth real wide when I feed him (I think he still doesn't know how to pick on food yet, that's why). My children often make me feel like a real chef with their level of appreciation. Which then make me want to cook for them more. It's a "vicious" cycle. 

Then I look at the photo below of Chester and thought about that little girl again. HOW COULD ANY MOTHER DO THAT TO THEIR OWN CHILD? You can give up your child for adoption if you can't deal with the responsibilities, but please don't kill them. Please don't.