First it felt surreal, then it became a strange mix of peace and occasional bouts of tears while I was trying to get to the mall my sis was last at. I really cannot imagine how it'd be like if we lost our precious little girl. She brings so much joy and affection to the family. I didn't find her at the mall, because my sis CALLED (?!) to say she was home.
Turns out she had been a refugee at my neighbor's, and she didn't know my mum was already home.
When I got home, my sis was crying sooo badly. Not because she was scared - she was heartbroken to know that my mum was crying over her and cooking dinner at the same time after she couldn't find her at the mall.
Isn't that the same about my Dad above with me, and every person on earth? I don't think I've any idea how heartbroken He is when one of his own refuses him despite their captivity...even to the point of no return for eternity. That also means I have absolutely no idea how much joy there is when God says he's found another of his child back! That's me! And countless many other believers. I will possibly never fully understand how precious I am as a daughter in my parents' eyes. And in God's eyes too.
I love a saying by the Chinese: 儿女是父母心头上的一块肉, lit. 'children are a big piece of flesh off their parents' hearts'.
I'm soo glad for friends who know and love my sis for the silly things she does (I keep a log of these things on Twitter). Thanks for worrying and rejoicing with me - I know that's God's love pouring through your calls, texts, and prayers. My mum especially appreciates it so much.
And so:
To my dear gas-farting, shorts-grabbing, nose-picking, Asian drama-stalking, shriek-laughing, homework-asking, sleep-posing, Runescape-Mafia Wars-Restaurant City-Pet Society-Plock-playing, song-crooning, Taylor Swift-loving, viral video-watching sister...
I love you.
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