Magic Number

I used to think 4 will be my magic number

That magic number had always been 3

Because I was one of 3 sisters

And that was my world

Two sisters to rely on

And fight with

Until I lost my oldest sister 8 years ago

And suddenly

2 seemed such a lonely number

Just me and one more sister

On the other side of the Pacific Ocean

And just like people long ago

I felt the fear

And faced a reality

That nothing in life is certain

And my magic number turned 4

Instead 3

But something changed

After a devastating loss

And loneliness

I felt sense of power

That even with the unbelievable loss

I am still here

And I knew I can survive anything

Even with the temptation of doing one more kid's room :)

I know

My journey will be with those 3 children

3 children who argue, cry and laugh together

Just like me and my sisters

Life is not perfect :(

But happiness is all around

Sometimes it likes to hide

But we just have to keep on looking :)

Happy Friday!!!

And wish you a VERY happy weekend :)

(images from Cookie Magazine)