The Little Girl, the Boat and the Sun


(From my chronicles)

9 June 2013 Sunday 8:35pm

The Story of the Little Girl, the Boat and the Sun

There was once a boat who asked everyone to come on board.

The boat said proudly, “I will protect you from the storms and the strong winds, my dear ones. Come on board, everyone!” The boat bobbed up and down on the water as one by one everyone got on board.

Then a little girl asked as she sat down, “Where are we going, Boat?”

The boat replied, “To look for the sun. The clouds have taken away the sun. Let’s look for the sun.”

The little girl looked at the water, a little puzzled by what she sees. She points and asks, “What is that?”

The boat answers, “Why, that’s the water, dear.”

“No, I mean, what’s that in the water?”

“You mean the reflection?”

The little girl nodded, “Yes.”

“Why, that’s you!” The boat replied.

The little girl’s face lit up, “Wow, she’s beautiful! Her eyes seem to shine like the sun!” Suddenly, the little girl straightened up and shouted, “Boat! I found the sun!”

“Where?” The boat asked, looking around.

“It’s in my eyes! The sun is in my eyes!” The little girl replied, “The sun is in me!” She stood up and said, “I have to go, Boat. I have already found the sun. I hope you find the sun too, Boat.”

And she turned to the others on board the boat and wished that each of them will find their sun.

So she disembarked, walked on the water and stepped ashore.

She turned and shouted, “Don’t worry, Boat! Don’t worry, everyone! I’ll come back and help you find your sun!”


Acceptance of Betrayal

(I wrote this poem eons ago. I can’t even remember why…somehow it feels like it’s the right time to publish it.)

Your vibrancy seen through enigmatic eyes

Blinding both of us

Ecstatic despair now revealed

Lovely soul dividing

Our binding vows

Remember war and who won?

A dastardly deed created

Reasons proclaimed

House of cards fall like litter

Hasten the past

Billowing it comes

Excruciating pain conceded

Your true self unveiled before me

It echoes forever and ever

Death must be a part but both set free

My Son

(Published in APSN (Association For Persons With Special Needs) Newsletter; April 2010)

I consider Rene to be a blessing even before he was born. Although it was a sad time for us when we found out that we were having a baby with Down’s syndrome, it was a blessing when our fervent prayers were answered because Rene is a happy, healthy, loving and adorable child.

I named Rene after my deceased twin brother who passed away at age four. Only much later, I realised that the name meant “to be reborn.” Rene was a happy, cute baby and easy to care for. As a toddler, Big Brother Rene showered love on his younger sister by always letting her have her way.

At age eleven, Rene is smart, funny, sensitive and loving. Although he gets bullied by his younger sister, he is big-hearted enough not to take such little squabbles personally. In fact, when he is scolded, he does not bear a grudge for long and will soon revert to his joyful self in no time.

He may be a little too affectionate at times, considering everyone, even strangers, as family or close friends by welcoming them with hugs and kisses. To him, his personal belongings are for giving away or exchanging for something else with lesser value. He has a soft heart (that’s why he gets taken advantaged of often). He needs to be guided in this aspect of “appropriate behavior.” He is a little slow to respond to tasks like waking up in the morning, sitting down for breakfast, taking a shower, etc., which basically are daily routines. He still needs a push to do these things independently.

Sometimes I forget that Rene is a special child because I consider myself blessed in the sense that raising him is like raising any normal child. He may be slower in many aspects compared to other children his age but he brings the same love (maybe even more) and joy to our family.


6 October 2012, 7:55am

Rene has this habit of talking to himself while he’s playing. Like a dialogue between two people. He uses his own voice for one and a different tone for the other. He’s really good at it. And I just realised he is having a conversation with God. I really, really believe this. Next time I’ll listen more intently. He might have some important message to convey. God, are you communicating with Rene?

Most definitely. I communicate with him at a level only he can comprehend. So, if you listen to it it might be gibberish to you. But it has certain meaning for him.

What is your purpose, God?

No purpose. People like your son (people with special needs) already know Who They Are. They do not need to find out Who They Want To Be. That is why I am in constant commune with them. Meaning, their bodies and minds are only tools to embody their souls. Once the body has finished its journey in the physical world all the soul has to do is remove itself. Their souls have already reached the realm of the absolute. In actuality, society does not need to interfere — or shall I say, intervene with their bodies and minds while in the physical world. But as it is you have this tendency to fix things which you think are less than perfect. That is why from the time that they arrive in your realm they are already in commune with me. And this communication is constant until their return. Your son is my messenger (all of you are). He demonstrates everything you need to do in terms of becoming Who You Really Are and to remind others of theirs. Observe him and follow.