While everyone is having a blast in the festive season. Fighting against their diet with the pineapple tarts and the nuts. Having reunion dinner, overnight mj session and a list of events I could easily list down. I pray for a little warmth within my family, family of 4+3 sitting down on the dinning table that was bought 22 years ago which was initially meant for us dinning together.
Years after years, it never came through and I certainly do not carry any hope on it. All i wish was my mum to stop venting all her frustration on me for them not coming back. Seriously this is none of my business when things doesn't operate in one way. Is a give and take for goodness sake.
This CNY, I'm here on the very extreme end fighting against my own survival rate. No shit. Even my mum wish I get strike by the lighting but sadly it didn't came true. Deeply traumatised by this incident of bypassing the so called '' death passage way'' and did a round about back breathing again. It is definitely a gift and not a given rights.
Sitting alone in the clinic, watching the second hand ticks. you got to accept the facts that when you needed someone the most, u see no one in sight. Esp in this period, who give a shit about you.
My health is deteriorating and I never thought it could be that worst. I guess the best gift to my ''beloved boss'' was that $152 medical fees. That's something I proud of before I leave that company with no welfare. *F that.
To think I manage to survive this time, maybe that imply that I must fulfil many of those incomplete task that I've always mentioned.
May us be in good health.
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