Category: Life
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ON : At five, did I even know ?
When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up? To be honest, I don’t remember what I wanted to be when I was five. I think that question only started to make sense to me much later, around middle school. Back then, I said I wanted to be an air…
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It was never Paris
After that week, there was still some tension between us. When my husband came home from his trip, I waited until the house was quiet and then told him I was sorry for upsetting him. Not because I thought I was wrong to feel what I felt, but because I wanted us to talk calmly.…
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So… Paris ?
Tonight my husband and I went to a concert at the opera house in town. It was his birthday gift for me: a symphony and choir performance. Beautiful music, elegant audience, everyone sitting quietly and behaving exactly as one should in an opera house. It reminds me of another concert. A concert I once wanted…
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The Dining Table
Life today moves quickly. Parents are busy, children are busy, and time together often becomes limited. Many families feel that meaningful conversations with their children happen less and less as everyone follows their own schedule. When my children were young, my husband travelled for work almost every week, from Monday to Friday. Most of the…
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The Last Salaam
On 29 January 2005, I got married. At that time, my father was already in the final stage of lung cancer. He used to joke with me about who would go first. It sounded light, almost playful, but we both understood what was behind it. His body was weakening, yet life was still moving forward…
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When I Stopped Fixing and Started Trusting
There was a time when my daughter’s frustration unsettled me more than I expected. It usually began with something ordinary. Too much homework. Not enough time. A teacher who felt unfair. She would speak from pressure, and I would respond from efficiency. I saw adjustments immediately. Better planning. Fewer distractions. Earlier starts. The advice was…
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When a Letter Looks for a Home
This morning, a tiny headline in the local newspaper stopped me:“A lady is looking for someone to receive her letter.” At first, I smiled to myself, imagining something playful, maybe a sweet attempt to find a pen pal, or even a lighthearted search for companionship. I almost turned the page. But then I noticed the…
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A Letter, a Call, and a Friendship
Today, I got a phone call from a friend I hadn’t truly spoken to in almost five years. When I saw her name on my screen, my heart softened instantly. She has always been one of the most mothery, sweet, and gentle people I’ve met since living in France. And even though our contact had…
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A Gentle Goodbye to Our Queen Mother
I grew up in Thailand, surrounded by stories of our royal family — stories that felt both distant and close at the same time. Among them, Her Majesty the Queen Mother was someone I quietly admired. She wasn’t just a figure in a portrait; she was part of our nation’s heart. I still remember seeing…
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Am I Too Old for Disneyland?
Am I Too Old for Disneyland? A Little Tale of Sisters, Magic, and a Much-Needed Pause Have you ever asked yourself, “Am I too old to go to Disneyland?”Well… let me tell you something from a ducky mom’s heart:You are never too old to chase a little sparkle in your day. Just a few weeks ago, my…