Jocelyn loves swimming. When she swam, she had to have a water gun with her. She broke the gun, bit by bit, until it was broken into pieces. This image reminds me of the shattered feeling that I experienced when she left home, eight years ago. Sept. 12, 2014.
Jocelyn hates getting her hair cut because she is afraid of the cutting sound. When she was younger, my mum had to force her to cut her hair. But now, she has learned to accept the cutting sound. Sometimes she will even request a haircut. "Cut hair, cut hair," she'll say. Sept. 14, 2014.
This image reminds me of our state of confusion eight years ago. She became abusive. At that time, our house was like a war zone. We didn't know when the bomb would explode. Oct. 10, 2014.
"If a chain can save her life, then so be it," my mum would say. I believe that one day, these chains will be broken, and she will be set free. Oct. 22, 2014.
When Jocelyn was 3 years old, she ate an uncooked grain of rice. For the longest time after that, she never, ever ate rice. She only started eating rice again in recent years.
My sister is an impatient girl. But recently, she picked up a new craft activity that requires her to be patient. Oct. 17, 2014.
This image represents the transitional phase, from the old Jocelyn to the new Jocelyn. Oct. 10, 2014.
Oct. 17, 2014.
Jocelyn loves to scribble. She only scribbles on "8 Days" magazine. Sept. 12, 2014.
Oct. 22, 2014.
Jocelyn is fond of her new toys. To me, she proudly introduces them as "Duck Duck, Elephant, Purple Color, and Brown." Oct. 10, 2014.
This is part of Jocelyn's masterpiece picture. My wish for her is to always be as happy as this little girl. Oct. 17, 2014.
Jocelyn rises up, out of the water. One day, she will rise up again, and she will be complete. Oct. 10, 2014.