These are my kids, my 'princess" Isabella, Anton (with an R in his shirt, and Marco, the youngest in the extreme left of the pic. (the baby is a God Daughter). They are the reason for living and fighting so many of life's battles, including my illness and full blown AIDS, (ah, that Acquired Income Deficiency Status!) We live in a small house in a village called Moonwalk although it is actually near the airport, with our loyal and ever loving Nannie Nida, who is more of a family to us now (15 years with us, she runs the household and small family income left by ex-missus). Their mother works abroad and since we've separated, she is assumed to be living in with her malaysian boyfriend/lover and has since been incommunicado with her children (except for occasional sending of off-sized shirts and vietnamese bad copy of supposedly branded wear, my take actually is, can a mother just leave her kids to their Yaya?). My kids go to good school and albeit some mishap of late tuition payment, we manage and live normal. We love monopoly, kareoke, eating out when theres extra moola, malling, going to Church on Sundays and eating Kwek-Kwek and Squid Balls with Sago before lunch, and of course watching DVD movies together. This afternoon, a young high school student attempted suicide by jumping off the ledge of our school building's fourth floor, she survived but terribly hurt and on a fifty-fifty chance of survival. Whatever reasons she has for doing it, I felt sad coz I know this kid just wasnt loved enough, or given the right values and support to fight and survive whatever bothered her. I had my tiffs with my 14 year old who wants "more freedom" and "less interference" with what she wants but I know when to be a father and when to be a friend to her, and actually learned to tame my own pride and stubborness. On a night am so bothered over our "fight", I stood by her door and asked if she still hates me...without reply I just softly said to her "I have more then enough love for you to counter that hate you have for me.. And looking at the site where the girl actually fell, I prayed a little for her, and wished someone had more than enough love for her to think otherwise...
