Whose responsibility?

After my morning shopping for a whole week of food, I went to the newspaper stall to get the latest news. What a shock when I saw all the major local newspaper are reporting on the death of the six-year-old, William Yau Zhen Zhong. 

William had been reported missing for more than a week and police were on their patrol and every media highlighted the issue wherever and whenever they can. Even people on Facebook shared William's photo and wished that this boy can be found safely and return home. Nevertheless, the nightmare we all feared has come alive - William was found dead!

Now the question is "How did he die?" Public is keen to find out the answer and the police just have to look out for the murderer or cause of William's death. It was another life. It was tragic. 

The aunty at the newspaper stall concluded that William's parents should not have left him in the car and went to shop themselves. They shouldn't and it would not have happened. But it was too late. 

We have had enough of parents leaving their children in the house for hours or asking their little children to run the errand or even forgetting that their children were asleep in the back seat of the car! These children died due to a "slight mistake" made by their parents and there were no turning back. Parents begged for forgiveness and I believe that the news of their children's death will haunt them for life. 

I've a son and I know how it feels it he were hurt. If only William's parents did not leave him in the car...If only William did not go down the car and went looking for his parents. If only William would be obedient to stay in the car, waiting patiently for his parents to return...If only this world will get better, the next generation would only be worse with less care and more negligence of what we should be doing.

A Maid

She has to wake up at 6am and starts to do housechores. This continues till 9am before she gets her breakfast. People say she is stupid because she could not understand simple command and  most of the time, she reacted to what is asked of her rather than being proactive on the tasks she needs to do. There and then, I thanked God that I am born in Malaysia, a place where if you're willing to work, you'll get money. Malaysia is good, if not better than third world countries where daughters are meant to be sent off to faraway countries to be maids to strangers. 

I keep asking myself, what will I do to a maid if I were to have one? There is very low possibility of having one for myself but I believe this assumption is needed here. If everyone can answer this assumption too, then, it will be a better world for both - the employer and maid. 

A maid is a human born by a mother. She has parents, just like we do and may or may not have siblings. She is ''sold'' here under contract in order to get money for the family. If she is extremely smart, she would get on top of your head. If she is slow, she might get changed and blacklisted as 'rejected item'. 

My mom and I also have high tolerance towards maids. Mom feels that if a maid is clever, she wouldn't have to come so far to earn money. She would have stayed in her homeland and get a job. Why the hassles of being transported to an unknown land and living with strangers with no or less contact with family members?Just imagine ourselves being sold as slaves to a faraway land. Forget about our father, mother, brother or sister. Day after day, work is awaiting us and so on....

Are we treating them as human? After talking with a maid, my heart was heavy with sadness. No doubt she was slow but I believe she wanted to try. My heart went to her at night with prayers, praying that Jesus may brighten her eyes and teach her how to do housechores better. I really hope that I can see her for the third time. 

It's a new year

It's the 1st of January again but on a different year.

I'll be older by a year and it also means a year closer to my death. Well, nobody knows at what age they'll die. I mean, you won't know it even if you have the greatest fortune teller to tell you so. Before my dad accepted Christ, he liked to visit fortune tellers. One of the fortune tellers told him that he would live to age 75. But what a shock when he knew that he was contracted with liver cancer at the age of 56 and died the same year! So, only God knows. 

Best wishes to everyone (as if I've a lot of readers here). I still wish to think and imagine someone is reading my blog and may this love and peace be passed on and on...