The last time I made it was during my dad's operation, which was a success, but taking 3 months to recover whatever he had lost.
Just today, my mum got admitted to the hospital because she had to undergo an operation to revive some nerves/tissues by transplanting flesh to her eyelid.
Thinking about it already makes me..
Whatever. I'm going to restrict my thoughts like usual. I feel uncomfortable by sharing what I feel these days.
Winds of change.
Her age may be catching up, but she is still as strong as hell.
I'm sorry mum, for being who I am.
Happy valentine's day, and do get well soon.