Ka-Ching!

Miracle was introduced to her 1st coin when she went to a friend’s house. The lady of the house was playing with Miracle and she happened to have a 1 sen coin lying around. She took the coin and showed Miracle that coins make a ‘ting’ sound when you throw it to the ground.

From that moment onwards, my little Miracle was hooked!
She came home and no piggy bank was spared. Not even the cup that Mike puts his coins in, which does not have a speck of piggy pink on it. The latest ‘piggy bank’ that she has her rotund hands on is my little purse, fat like a pig; not from the wads of cash that I should have in it but the stacks of receipt stuffed in it.

So I’m beginning to wonder… Today it’s the coins in my purse. Tomorrow could it be the wads of cash? At the back of my mind I can hear a familiar cartoonish sound, Ka-Ching!! Thoughts began to run wild in my head.

Miracle at 7: Mummy, can I have some $$ to buy food from the canteen? Ka Ching!!


Miracle at 13: I think I need a handphone… Ka Ching!!


Miracle at 20, getting ready to live in hostel at uni. (Rental, food, books…) BIG Ka Ching!!!



Miracle at 25: Can u help me get my 1st car? BIG BIG Ka Ching!!!!


Oh dear, and we plan to have children enough to form a football team in the Church Premier League.

Mummy Song

Life can be so heartbreaking sometimes. A little girl in my class just lost her mom to cancer.

Last week, it happened that the Chinese teacher was teaching the children songs and rhyme. Unfortunately, the song the syllabus charted was the all time famous “mommy song”. U know, the one about mummy being the best. Children with mums are precious and those without mums are like grass (if my interpretation is correct). As I listened to the children sing, my heart went out to the little girl. She didn’t show any signs of understanding her situation when she sang that song. I was glad she didn’t comprehend her circumstances as I’m sure she’ll be crying like crazy if she did.

I was careful with what said and did with her so as to not increase her grief. However, no matter how I try, the fact that she has lost a significant part of her life can’t be avoided. I made some cookies with the children and being the responsible teacher I am (ahem!! :Þ) I instructed the children to ask their mummies 1^st before eating the cookie.

That little girl in my class put up her hands and asked me, “My mummy die olready. Then I ask who?”. I wanted to kick myself for being so inconsiderate. What would you say to her??

Miracle "What? Mummies die too? No!!!!"