Tents set up the night before
The equally anxious mother (in dark pink scarf)
Nizreen arrived at last, accompanied by her family members and friends
In the bridal chambers
After the guests went home

The 4th generation, my Father's great grandchildren, brother Tai Keat's grandchildren stole the show at the celebration
A portion of your soul has been entwined with mine. A gentle kind of togetherness, while separate we stand. As two trees deeply rooted in separate plots of ground, while their topmost branches come together, forming a miracle of lace against the heavens.
~Janet Miles
~Janet Miles









