My Dear Achel

I still remembers the day I sent Achel home from school, a few weeks before I was about to go abroad. Gracie was still small at that time, but strong enough to stand up.

I took along with me my camera. So I was taking picture of Achel and Gracie. Achel pull gracie out from her swing, Gracie was half awake I guess. I took pictures of them, and Achel was having fun. I did not see Achel much for several months because I was squatting in Frics labs go finish up my project before I go away.

I spend quite a while at home playing with Achel. She was so happy. She was about between 5 to 6 years old. Then I told her that I had to go back to the office. She was a bit angry and wanted me not to go. And she asked me to go to the kitchen and eat lunch. I guess the only moment she felt as a family is when all of us, before Gracie was born, sat together at the dining table in the morning or lunch and have meal together. I still remembers that, and I am very sad. I had class so I told her that I had to go back to the office. As I entered my car, she was at the door, with Gracie holding her trying to stand still, and I still remembers Achel facial expression vividly until now. It was an expression of sadness because she probably knew that I may not be at home again that evening. I took picture of her.

I think Achel feels that I have neglected her, and I think I probably have neglected her, Gracie and my dearest wife. Now, no matter how fun it was and how happy Achel is when I bring her to book store or to KFC, I guess that the cautious feeling that I might not be at home in the evening is still in her head.


I realise that I have to mend that, and I had to mend my wife's hurt too.