Amid the eccentricity of it all, my parents understood me. Or atleast they tried to. I realize now the agony I’ve put them through. I allowed them to see their once independent and free-spirited daughter spin hopelessly out of control.

Truth be told, I didn’t expect to witness a miracle in Singapore. I didn’t think I could learn to trust people in so short a time. I was so convinced that people only loved you if they needed something from you. After that, they leave. Classic case of “wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am”.

But meeting you proved me wrong. I asked God for a miracle and He gave me not one, not two but more than I could possibly count. In this small country, my miracles kept pouring and my cup runneth over a million fold. It was unbelievable, even for a cynic like me.

You know what I think? I think He brought me here to discover you.

Because through you, I rediscovered myself and even came to love what I saw.

So you see, whatever else happens here, I already achieved what I set out to do. And that is to find myself. In my lowest of lows, you came down to me, pulled me up, led me back to the right path. You gave me the strength to move on with my life.

I think of myself as a writer but words do fail me when I try to express my gratitude. I guess this is my way of letting you know how you have positively changed my life. You probably didn’t know it but clearly, you were His instrument in leading His prodigal daughter back home.

The scar of the past will always be with me. But I carry it more proudly now. No longer afraid and with eyes no longer brimming with bitter tears. Rather, it serves as a reminder that wounds do heal thru both people’s help and in the right time. It also reminds me that what the song says about the rainbow coming after the rain is, indeed, true. And yes, I now know that when the heart and spirit is ready, it will witness a miracle unfold.