A hug for my soul

A journey of grieving and healing after child loss

Happy birthday


I never had any chance to celebrate my birthday this year, neither did my husband. Our wedding anniversary was also a painful day when Vincent started having seizures in the newborn ward when he got transferred from intensive care.

I said I don’t know what to celebrate for anymore, my husband said ‘we’ll celebrate life’.

So I got in queue at Milk in LA, our next stop, and got a piece of THE momofuku Milk bar birthday cake which I have wished for for my 31st birthday. I remember watching Chef’s Table on Netflix in my sweatpants with my daughter and husband, and Vincent in my belly, saying ‘this is the cake I want for my birthday this year’. Six months later, it was there waiting for me, and Vincent.

Life is not a piece of cake, so just have one. Look around you, loot at those you can feel with your five senses and those you cannot, be grateful for life and celebrate. Trust, it works in mysterious ways.

The four of us fought to stuff each other’s mouths and our own. And the cake really was THAT good.

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