Amazing stories (draft)

This Victoria Day weekend is full of stories and excitements:

Friday was my mom's 73rd birthday and I have planned a birthday dinner for her and invited mum and dad (daryl's mum and dad). Vivian and I had brought candles, cake, flower, balloon to add some flavor to the celebration. We hid those stuff in our bedroom. We brought some sparkling candle and some nice long candles. Long story short, we finished the dinner and ask everyone to wait. Vivian and I ran to the bedroom to get the cake ready. Lighting the candles on our chaise and we did our best to get most of candles lit and rushed out to sing Happy Birthday! There are cards and gift and while I was reading/translating mum's card to mom, we heard crackling from the bedroom which is kind of strange. Daryl went to bedroom to check out and we heard "fire" shortly. I dropped the card and rushed there. Our bedroom is on fire, huge cloud of black smoke filled the room and somehow my mind was calm and clear as glass. Daryl has rushed to get everyone to get some water. I walked into the room and grabbed flaming cushions, blankets, pillows and throw them off the deck onto to lawn. Some amber and melted material are still have fire on them, Daryl, Vivian and everyone else pour water onto them and fire was out. Quite a bit of damage but we were released that the whole house did not go up in flame. We worked together to scrape the debris off the floor and try to wipe things down... We slept in the burned bedroom that night and discussed what just happened and how amazing it was that we had everything under control without any grief, regrets, panic and sadness. Everyone worked very hard but not remorse and negative feelings.

Saturday, Erin came over with her cleaning tool joined our cleaning endeavor. The walls and furniture was thoroughly washed. We did tons of laundry, we refinished our chaise and will put it out in the garden. The chaise turned out amazingly beautiful. I grabbed some Christmas wrapping paper and decorate the burned area so we are not stare at the burned wall all the time. Things are beautiful again after about 12 busy hours of everyone working together.

Sunday I invited Kerrie to come over for some pancakes. She brought her friend Margo and we all standing around the kitchen chatting. Daryl asked Vivian:"What is China's greatest invention?" Vivian said:"My mom." then looked at Daryl said "Can't argue with that, can you?" The room were silent with awe, especially me. That night Daryl and I talked about and Daryl said "I was trying to be funny but Vivian was poignant. Poignant beats funny any day in my dictionary." I would never forget this amazing weekend.

Kerrie also told us a story about auntie Jeanne's house. Auntie has passed away quite a while ago and her house was on the market for a while and could not sell. There is a lady who is phychic told auntie's son that his mom has treasure in the backyard and the house won't sell till the treasure is digged out. Richards thought about and said if his mom had any kind of treasure, it would be used during her lifetime and certainly won't buried. He and his sister discussed and went to garden digged out the peony tree. 3 days later, the house was sold.

A thought came to me this morning: I am going to write lots of small stories about my life experience and today I am starting to make notes. I will publish them in Chinese. It will be my contribution to China.