of familial moments
A family who eats together, stays together. Never a truer word said. So, I truly feel.
We went back to Hainan Island end-September to celebrate the opening of the renovated ancestral home. Firecrackers burst our weak eardrums, our bellies were full from freshly cooked produce and “why don’t you eat more rice?” questions kept coming my way.
A swarm of sandfly bites also made their mark on me while we basked in the festivities. It’s the awkward moments like “yes, my legs have spots on them because (I am bug magnet girl)” that seep into my memories as I look back at the snapshots of the week. All in all, a good quiet week with no Internet connection, where I spent time with my father, sister and brother. Where I had four naps in a day, on a muggy day. Where the tastiest of ice kachang came in a soft plastic bag with rock-sized ice.