How do I even begin to tell my tale? It has been the most turbulent flight for the past 6 months. Now we are at the critical moment. We either crash and end our misery or somehow manage an emergency ending in the middle of nowhere and find a way out or back. As far as I'm concerned, I haven't got the ability or confidence to secure a safe landing. CK is still searching for land and we are running out of fuel. But at least we have finally acknowledged and declared code red.
I was quite desperate for a ride home. The kids weren't behaving and I had no luck with the cab company. I hate to feel like I wasn't going to make it. Yet receiving help seemed shameful and it was equally difficult for me. I walked out of Singapore Cheshire Home with the kids, not knowing what to expect or do. On the way I scolded them for being so uncooperative and wilful.
Then I saw a cab turning out from another home. We were some distance away, so I waved to get his attention. Fortunately he saw us. It must be our lucky day. God must have heard my panic cries and sent us some help.
