An Broken Arm and A Broken Heart

I don't have a better way to put it. But Sienna broke her arm about 10 days ago. She was trying to get over our patio fence to check if something beautiful was still there. This time, it was this singular tulip on our front lawn...

I have been completely traumatised. I stopped blogging for all these days because of my own psychological blockage, i.e., the guilt, the fear of unknown and helplessness... all jammed together. I still couldn't bring myself to write down what we had to go through emotionally...

Sienna, on the other hand, has faced up with the whole experience in the most amazingly positive manner. She has made a bigger fuss over a scratch on her arm than this. She is the one who has helped me heal. Her right arm will be in cast for the rest of the month, at least. Yet, she works with her left hand as if that's all she has gotten all along. When she does need help, she goes, "Mommy, please unbuckle me. I only have one arm. I don't want to break the other..."

After a lot of heartache, tears, some skipped meals and a few sleepless nights, I decided to be brave, just like my daughter... I need to block away negativity. blogging on is a little starter.