Half death

08 August 2012

After work, feel so tire and sleepy yet I am still stay awake. I smell the medicines that make me vomit. Honestly, I really hate the taste… mummy told me when I was a baby, I am steady in taking medicine. I don’t know from when I hate the smell and I hate the taste too. Until my dear is with me…

When I was sick, my dear will take care of me and stay awake to look after me. When I am sleeping, he will beside me and prepared my meal and also my medicines. I am so grateful that he is with me. At that moment, I have a silly thought, I hope I will never recover from my sick so that he can always take care of me. I just want to be his little one. His little girl and forever be with him…

Life is so funny. God always like to take turn and fool us around. In the end, I need to overcome all of it by myself. Even though I am sick, I still dare not to rest… rest in physical, rest in mental, rest in mind…

It is really difficult to me, sometime people might forget that I am just a little one, I am not a man…  I am so weak… I need a person who always remembers that I am just a little one… I am so weak and I am still a little girl…

I wish next time when I getting sick, once I open my eyes, there is someone who is sitting beside me and looking after me… that is not my family, that is you…