It was 6 December 2015 (10.5 yrs ago) — a day I will never forget.
We were at KLIA, just two hours away from boarding our flight to Hong Kong. The girls were excited, especially Cass, who was only seven years old and looking forward to visiting Disneyland.
Then, the moment we arrived at the airport, Cass complained of a terrible tummy ache. The pain was so intense that she had to squat down and couldn't walk.
My heart immediately sank.
Because of her history of recurring UTIs, which used to strike almost every month until her surgeries at 13 months old, all sorts of frightening thoughts ran through my mind. I was convinced that we would have to rush her to the hospital. I imagined Cass and I staying behind in Kuala Lumpur while her dad and two sisters flew on to Hong Kong without us.
Trying to stay calm, I quickly brought her to the toilet.
For the next half hour, I stood inside the cubicle with her anxiously, praying and hoping for the best.
Then finally... she did her business.
And just like that, the pain disappeared.
The relief was indescribable.
Cass emerged from the toilet smiling again, happy and pain-free. Her dream of going to Disneyland was back on track.
When we finally settled into our seats on the aircraft, we couldn't stop smiling. We felt so grateful and thanked God that the crisis had turned out to be nothing more than a very urgent need for a trip to the toilet!
The holiday went on as planned, and we had a wonderful time exploring Hong Kong — Disneyland, Ocean Park, Lamma Island, and many other places.
Looking back at this old photo today, I can still remember the fear, relief, and gratitude I felt that day.
Sometimes, the most memorable holidays begin with the biggest scares. ❤️
