Received a call from mom in the morning, thought mom was asking when I would be reaching home. On the contrary to the usual if-you-free-you-come-back-lah, I found out that father was admitted to hospital due to internal bleeding. According to mom, he has lost a lot of blood in watery stool.
Somehow, I have sort of prepared for such incident. He never really took good care of his health. With two jap of insulin from Novo Nordisk, he has his usual dose of drinks with condense milk. With high blood pressure and other complication, he still enjoyed his cigarettes. With high cholesterol, he will have his valid reasons to have an egg in maggie mee for his daily tea break. I tried to advise, but never hard enough.
Told my boss, half day approved. Quickly finished what is important on the day, hand it over to the new helpful colleague. Bit goodbye and headed straight to pudu. Driving for 5 hours and paying more for petrol doesn't make sense to me.
After 6 hours of journey on the bus, I noticed the large tree where we used to fool around under it, was no longer there. Close to home, the door at the kitchen was not working well. On the newspaper, Najib's face was on front page with the GST 6% thingy in April 2015.
I don't know. How to handle all these? I am calmed. But I am just wondered who have turned up the difficulty of my daily life, so as others. Ex-thesis-supervisor told me to look after my father as well the family first, the rest can wait. Wise.
I am no longer in the womb of sweet dreams. Flex my muscles. Face the reality.
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The aunty living next door came to lament about her issues. Unlike her children, my mom has raised 3 sons well. All are very filial. I am not sure. Is it hard to be good and be filial? Am I lying to myself somehow?
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