Eric liu: one night, I woke up on hearing strange squeaking noises from my daughters' room. He says I went to their room, turned on the light and saw my mother's rocking chair. It was the source of the squeak; it was also in a corner far from the bed. Lilu: I feel no fear: just a sense of wonderment. I'm grateful for the gift of life.
Eric liu: one night, I woke up on hearing strange squeaking noises from my daughters' room. He says I went to their room, turned on the light and saw my mother's rocking chair. It was the source of the squeak; it was also in a corner far from the bed. Lilu: I feel no fear: just a sense of wonderment. I'm grateful for the gift of life.
Eric liu: one night, I woke up on hearing strange squeaking noises from my daughters' room. He says I went to their room, turned on the light and saw my mother's rocking chair. It was the source of the squeak; it was also in a corner far from the bed. Lilu: I feel no fear: just a sense of wonderment. I'm grateful for the gift of life.
One night, i woke up on hearing strange squeaking noises from my baby
daughters' room which was next to my bedroom. They were three and two years old at the time, and I was raising them as a single father. I went to their room, turned on the light and saw my mother's rocking chair. I stared at it as it rocked forward and back a couple of times before stopping. It was the source of the squeak. It was also in a corner far from the bed. I felt no fear: just a sense of wonderment. Both girls slept together in the upper bed of their bunk beds. They were sound asleep, hugging each other as they usually did. There was no way the older one could have made it down to the floor, sat in the chair, and cljmbed back up without waking both her sister and I. In the morning, my older daughter told me grandma had visited her in the night, and had rocked her in the chair before returning her to the bed. She said grandma told her to tell me that she loved us all very much, and that she and her sister were very lucky to have each other and me taking care of the family. That evening, in the original peoples' tradition, I burned a bit of copal (the incense we burn for the creator), and we all thanked my late mother for her concern and love for us.