"Trying to make it work but man, these times are hard"
Ironically, these last couple of days have been quite hard for me. Just two days ago, i have a problem with my notebook's charger. Something went wrong, idk what and im not sure why. It just won't work no matter how much i try. I havent told my dad yet because i know, he too, was having a rough time. Few days ago, my grandparents, Mami and Abah came to our house. They came here practically every month for Mami has an appoinment with her doctor every once in a while. So few months back, Mami had been transmitted to ICU ward at Pantai Hospital in Malacca. She had to stay there for a week or two because she has this heart problem, she had trouble in breathing, panting heart. Yea pretty much. I have been very close to Mami and seeing her in that ward makes my stomach hurts. It hurts so bad seeing her lying there, with all the wires and drugs and stuffs :( My family and i visited her practically everyday, we drove back to Malacca and then to Bangi every single day. And im just sooo very glad that she had the doctor's permisson to check out of that ward. For how many mnths now, she has been doing great. And yesterday she had trouble in breathing again and my dad drove her right away to HUKM. Again, she has to stay in an ICU ward but later today she was transferred to a CCU ward. She's improving i guess. I visit her yesterday, and today in the late evening, definitely will visit her again tomorrow. I dont mind visiting her even if it means having to go all the way there everyday. I love my Mami soo much and i just can't imagine life without her. Like i said, we are very close. She and Abah used to babysit me and my siblings when our parents were out working and we celebrate raya together every year. I just hope everything will be okay, i hope she'll recover soon and FAST!
I shook Mami's hand and i kissed Mami on the cheek before i said goodbye and left. She cried a bit. I cried a bit. I wiped my tears and went out with my mum.
"Dear God, please."
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