But...
The sister flew to Korea last week for a piano competition.
Honestly, the family and I weren't expecting much, 'cept for her to gain experience.
Few days into the trip when mom called her, she went on and on ranting about how the 10 and 12 year old Indonesian kids could play well and what not. Mom and I made this bet with dad that she would come back a changed woman. She'd forget her quaintly planned music career and become a scientist of some sort. Yeah. And we bet on it with freaking German pork knuckles (which my hairdresser introduced to us, btw).
Today was the big day. The competition day. It was THE day.
Mom tried calling her the whole day but only managed to get her answering machine.
Mom was like "aiyo. Habis la. Dunno what happened already. Aiyo. She off her phone la. Aiyo how la..." *moans groan boans and every sighing in every language*
Suddenly, there was a message.
Congrats laaaaa..
Omgosh. =_= wasted all the aiyos.
Like she said, all glory goes to God who has blessed her/us so abundantly.
Anyway Rachel, I lost the bet. *bah
haha.
Oh and if you think we're proud of the sister, think twice.
There's more than just us who're proud of her. There's a whole lot of us. :)
The baby's growing up. :)
Ps: I think the fact that a whole bunch of priests coming over to our house for the annual or semi-annual luncheon brought all the grace and blessings of change. :)
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