Mural at the Church of the Holy Family
This was my neighbourhood between the ages of 3 – 11. Loving Husband and I ran down my street and stopped a while in front of our semi-detached house: 34 Kuo Chuan Avenue. I remember the front garden to more sprawling (we spent many hours excavating), the porch larger (Dad kept a huge fishtank there) and the house bigger & grander. As it turns out, it’s a much scaled down little cottage.
As we continue to celebrate the Easter season, we ponder on what it means to overcome, particularly in this time of global distress: to trust that we will make it through this long pandemic, to make the best of the time out of the ordinary, to be kind & loving to those who are struggling.
This post is my contribution to