Sometimes, you just have to be friends... "
I went to bugis early in th morning with my mother & my aunt & also my cousin. Th main reason of us going there is to actually pray for my grandmother's recovery. Me & mummy reached first. Went to th hawker centre to have our first meal first. While on th way there, we were walking through bugis street in order to get to th hawker centre. Saw a stall selling alot of wallet. Those long type. They have hard casing & also soft casing. Mummy & i bought th same pattern but with different colours. Mine was hot pink & hers was purple. Kinda dark purple but pretty striking though. Then we ate NasiLemak. After that aunt & cousin reached. & we watched them eat. After eating we went to pray. Then took MRT to outram park. Followed by shuttle bus to SGH. Visited grandma. To cut short th story, there are both good & bad news at th end of th day. Good news is, there's no problem & nothing wrong with her head area. Bad news is, she got her lung infected. Th doctor gave her some medication which i forgot what is it called already. My main point is that, her living chances are like 50% - 50% only. Counted as critical danger. Upon hearing th bad news, aunt & cousin cried. We all took turns in going in to see grandmother. I cried too, when i see my grandmother still struggling, still in pain... She almost went into a coma. She wasnt responsive at all. Looking at all those relatives, all those family member of hers crying. I dont feel good either... Tears rolled down my cheek continuously until it was my turn to go inside. I called out, " Porr ! " She didnt respond to me at all. Tears just keep rolling down. Seeing her body poked with so many needles, hurts me. Th doctor just slit a hole on her neck. It hurts alot to see so many pipes, & those thingy hanging around her body. If things doesnt get any better, we might have to even prepare for th worst. Porpor, please get well soon & i wont shout back at you if you were to nag at me anymore. I know you meant me well, i know you care for me, i'm sorry... Dont leave us. We still need you in our life. I just realised th whole entire house was so quiet without porpor at home. We used to hear her voice in th whole house because she always speak so loudly & shout at me so loudly for not finishing th rice she cook for me... Por, please come home. I Love You.
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If only that special someone could at least comfort me. Telling me that everything is going to be okay. Telling me that if i need a shoulder to cry on or a listening ear, he'll be there for me. Accompanying me all th time, ensuring that i'll be fine, showing me th concern... But all of these aint going to happen at all. I was just day dreaming aint i ? Sighs.. Gonggong, please bless porpor. You dont need her with you. You have your own friends up there. Dont take porpor away from us. I need her ! D:
" Never get too attached to someone because attachments leads to expectations,
& expectations leads to disappoints... "
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