a raconteur’s attempt

She gets out of the bus first and would always give him a sweet smile before she gets out. And when the door closes, she would stand there and wave at him. Then him looking at her from the window, would nod his head and then looks away. But when she turns her back and starts to walk, he would look at her till the bus would lose her in sight…. click HERE to read this entry. 

My husband perhaps wanted to pass the “scare” he had last Monday. With his most serious face, he told me that Pa (my father in law) is in Nigeria. He was robbed including his passport and needs help… click HERE fo more.

Hours, days and weeks, my inbox was swamped with well wishers and worried families, friends and acquaintances that left me overwhelmed. Even those people whom you thought would care less sent a line or two… read on:HERE

Short entries for the sake of blogging lol… READ ON:a raconteur’s attempt