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.
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