Finally I came back from my dear Foster Parents’ home, after spending three wonderful days there.
On the afternoon of Chinese New Year Eve, we went bowling at an adjacent country club. Twice, I managed to knock down all of the ten pins with one ball. A thought of joining bowling for CCA in JC crept into my head. It was really fun.
For the reunion dinner, we ate at home, unlike last year. Ganma cooked French dishes for the family. We had abalone with mushroom, roast duck, fish, vegetable soup and other dishes I could not name. Actually I don’t think I am able to appreciate the French style of cooking, however, the food was much better than the hostel’s. Ganma is such a great cook.
This morning I helped Ganma to bake two cakes. As I stirred the flour and eggs too hard with the wooden spoon continuously, I got a blister on the inner side of my right little finger. It’s really painful. Poor me! Nevertheless, it was a big comfort that the cake was really appetizing. Everybody liked it.
My dear foster brother, Christopher, is so cute. This little young man always surprises us and makes everybody laugh. I do wish I could have a younger brother like him, if not, maybe a son. Ok, I may be crazy.
Here comes the most exciting part of the visit. Ganba and Ganma taught three of us, Clara, Christopher and me, how to play French Tarot (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/French_Tarot#Bidding) last night. It was a popular card game in France. Ganba said they played that for the whole night in the university there. At first, it was difficult to get the rules and skills. However, after a few rounds, three of us became more and more experienced gradually. I found it both interesting and exciting because it required brain work and the whole game was actually quite tricky. Everybody sounds lying in the game. You will not know who your partner is until he reveals himself. Ganba was really good at playing the game because he could remember the cards played and deduced what the cards were left. It was actually quite scary when my dear gentle Ganba grinned evilly. I am glad that I managed to play quite well as a beginner. This is such a happy family. I told my parents that I wish to marry a smart man in the future. Intelligence is important. That makes a person attractive.
Followed is a song I listened to on the way back to hostel in Ganma’s car.
love me Singer: raye collin Album: the best of collin raye direct hits
I read a note my Grandma wrote… back in 1923….
Grandpa kept it in his coat… and he showed it once to me…
He said, Boy, you might not understand… but a long long time ago…
Grandma’s daddy didn’t like me none… but I loved your Grandma so….
We had this crazy plan to meet… and run away together…
Get married in the first town we came to… and live forever…
But nailed to the tree where we were supposed to meet… instead…
I found this letter …and this is what it said….
If you get there before I do… don’t give up on me…
I’ll meet you when my chores are through… I don’t know how long I’ll be…
But I’m not gonna let you down… Darlin’ wait and see….
And between now and then… till I see you again…
I’ll be loving you… Love, Me
In the doorway of a church… where me and Grandpa stopped to pray…
I know I’d never seen him cry… in all my fifteen years…
But as he said these words to her… his eyes filled up with tears…
If you get there before I do… don’t give up on me…
I’ll meet you when my chores are through… I don’t know how long I’ll be…
But I’m not gonna let you down… Darlin’ wait and see…
And between now and then… till I see you again…
I’ll be loving you….. Love, Me
And between now and then …till I see you again…
I’ll be loving you… Love, Me
