Maybe it was because I had told him quite directly how handsome and smart he was, or maybe, he simply…
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Friends
Bright and Sunny Sundays.
“Good morning Liron.” “Good morning Jiejie (big sister) Wai Jia,” you say sheepily as you fiddle with your socks, trying…
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The New Pink.
My 7 to 8 year-old Sunday School children gathered together for class. Chatting away like a hive of bees, the…
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Faith Flew.
It’s funny how one thinks the story is over when really, it has only just begun. I thought about how…
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Why I Love my Sunday School kids.
“JIEJIE (big sister) WAI JIA, HOW OLD ARE YOU?” “Twenty-two. And turning twenty-three this Wednesday.” “HUH? REAAALLEEEE? I thought you…
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Joy.
I’m not much of a cynic, but even then, I accept that in the rat race of life, one has…
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