Monday, September 15, 2008
Hospital

It was a late morning when my mum broke my sleep mentioning is time for us to go hospital. Being reluctant to admit that something was wrong, for fear that history would repeats and move out of my bed, I told her I do not want to go. She began to cry outside my doorstep. Upon this sight, a strong sense of guilt was growing within me. I did give her my word that I would accompany my father, moreover, as a daughter I should be there to support her.

Along the journey, I was trying to hide my tears, both guilt and worries. While waiting for her turn, I was trying to hide the awkward atmosphere by striking out conversation. Luckily my auntie came to accompany her and ease her fear.

While my mother was in the surgery room, my father re-account what happen. He told my aunt that she cried as she was scared (which relief my guilt) and she did not told her immediate family. My dad keep looking out for the time and wonder how come it took so long. Finally, she was out and fine. Mum get well soon!

Just a side note, the nurse there was really polite and have a pinch of humour. I love her working attitude and seriously live up to her title, senior nurse.

*star__mission
1:55 PM

Jocelyn
23rd June 1989

Objective:

To be someone who know what she wants, preferbly with status, and work hard to attain sense of achievement

Long term goal:

To be an educator

Short term goal:

Good grades
To be satisfied
To be small but vital

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