I am very close to my cousin who is just a year younger than me. Growing up, we spent many weekends together at my aunt’s place doing practically anything that children may do back then – pretend play, cycling and hide-and-seek just to name a few. This was all before personal devices were in the hands of both adults and children alike, of course.
My COVID-19 ordeal started four days after I arrived home from the UK at the end of March. I was not tested on arrival, so the moment I got home, I disinfected my luggage and self-isolated in my room as not to put the other six members of my household at risk.
Last year, I failed a clinical internship for my dream job when my low mood and thoughts impacted my work performance. This was a final blow for me, following a series of other difficult life events within a few months. It felt like everything that could have gone wrong, did go wrong.
When I got married at the tender age of 24, just three months after graduating from university, I unwittingly signed my future spiritual life away by promising, in the presence of the priest who would marry my husband and me in the Catholic church, to raise any children God would gift us in the Catholic faith.
Every Monday, Mrs Mary Wee visits her Friends in Need (FINs) and the homebound in the East. She also visits residents at St Vincent’s Home and St Joseph’s Home weekly to pray with them. Her daughter-in-law joins her and plays an active role in her outreach at St Vincent’s Home now.