We packed our things into the luggage room and headed for Nimmy’s school. LOA followed us; his flight was for 4pm so he was not really in a hurry to get to the airport.
That morning when I saw Wendy’s mum she told me one of the conductors (therapist) at the school was getting married on Saturday and it would be nice if most of the parents at the center attend to give support. Truthfully, I didn’t want to go. So, I weighed my options;
Not to go: I would stay at home and finish my writeups and other pending articles.
To go: I would attend my first Hungarian wedding and give support of course.
When LOA was about to leave for the airport, Nimmy and Peace said their good byes while Pemmy and I saw him off to the bus stop. Pemmy was eager to go back into the school. She said she wanted to go back and jump on the trampoline. LOA and I laughed because we knew she didn’t understand what was going on. When his bus arrived, we shared a kiss and a hug and he left.
As soon as Nimmy’s therapy was over and we were about going home, Pemmy asked for her dad and demanded I take her to him. I simply laughed.
It wasn’t only LOA that left that day, the lovely Muslim girl from England also left for home. She had booked for another therapy session in England as well and had to return home. The mum wished she had known about Peto first before making the other booking.
Going back to the hotel wasn’t the same without LOA. When leaving Nigeria, I couldn’t bring Nimmy’s specialized stroller as it was not easy to manage, the Graco stroller I came with did not meet her needs so either Peace or her dad had to carry her from the hotel to school and back. If I was meant to carry Nimmy, I would rather strap her to my back. (In the past one year, Nimmy has grown tall and big)
I placed Nimmy’s bag pack on my back, placed my hand bag on my shoulder and held on to Pemmy firmly, hoping she wouldn’t fall asleep when we are about to get off the train. (Usually she would have been in the care of her dad.)
Peace and I stayed close to each other on the train and kept our ears and eyes open so we wouldn’t miss our stop. Unfortunately, before the train stopped Pemmy had slept off; I woke the young lady up. She had to walk back to the hotel.
When we got to the hotel it was time to move our many boxes from the luggage room to our new room. God is faithful. After we brought the bags to the entrance of the lift from the box room, we met two Hungarian men packing some furniture from upstairs with their trolley. They helped us move our luggage to our new room. Thank you, Jesus; we always call it Nimmy’s good luck charm. By the way, our new room is nicer than the last.
The last thing Pemmy said before falling asleep was, ‘mummy, where is my daddy?’
30 days of HungaryDay 14 (27.07.17) ThursdayWe packed our things into the luggage room and headed for Nimmy’s school. LOA followed us; his flight was for 4pm so he was not really in a hurry to get to the airport.That morning when I saw Wendy’s mum she told me one of the conductors (therapist) at the school was getting married on Saturday and it would be nice if most of the parents at the center attend to give support. Truthfully, I didn’t want to go. So, I weighed my options;Not to go: I would stay at home and finish my writeups and other pending articles.To go: I would attend my first Hungarian wedding and give support of course.When LOA was about to leave for the airport, Nimmy and Peace said their good byes while Pemmy and I saw him off to the bus stop. Pemmy was eager to go back into the school. She said she wanted to go back and jump on the trampoline. LOA and I laughed because we knew she didn’t understand what was going on. When his bus arrived, we shared a kiss and a hug and he left.As soon as Nimmy’s therapy was over and we were about going home, Pemmy asked for her dad and demanded I take her to him. I simply laughed.It wasn’t only LOA that left that day, the lovely Muslim girl from England also left for home. She had booked for another therapy session in England as well and had to return home. The mum wished she had known about Peto first before making the other booking.Going back to the hotel wasn’t the same without LOA. When leaving Nigeria, I couldn’t bring Nimmy’s specialized stroller as it was not easy to manage, the Graco stroller I came with did not meet her needs so either Peace or her dad had to carry her from the hotel to school and back. If I was meant to carry Nimmy, I would rather strap her to my back. (In the past one year, Nimmy has grown tall and big)I placed Nimmy’s bag pack on my back, placed my hand bag on my shoulder and held on to Pemmy firmly, hoping she wouldn’t fall asleep when we are about to get off the train. (Usually she would have been in the care of her dad.) Peace and I stayed close to each other on the train and kept our ears and eyes open so we wouldn’t miss our stop. Unfortunately, before the train stopped Pemmy had slept off; I woke the young lady up. She had to walk back to the hotel.When we got to the hotel it was time to move our many boxes from the luggage room to our new room. God is faithful. After we brought the bags to the entrance of the lift from the box room, we met two Hungarian men packing some furniture from upstairs with their trolley. They helped us move our luggage to our new room. Thank you, Jesus; we always call it Nimmy’s good luck charm. By the way, our new room is nicer than the last. The last thing Pemmy said before falling asleep was, ‘mummy, where is my daddy?’
Gepostet von Diary of a Special Needs Mum Initiative am Donnerstag, 3. August 2017
