Keep holding on..

Why must everything fall apart at this juncture when I don't even have the strength to fight?

When I can't even get well enough to start doing work.

Tears, they are only a way of expression.

I really wish I could do more for everyone and be a pillar of strength rather than an obstacle block.

I must be strong, I want to be.

But just now, even as I look into Milo's beady eyes, I could feel tears collecting at the brim of my eyes.

If only, I've studied more, read more into psychology, then I would be able to help Dad, lessen Mummy's burden & stress, lighten everyone else' burden.

I would really do anything I can, within my abilities to help this situation.

Daddy, where are you, I really want to find back the old you, the one who would brave me through all the scariest water rides even as I'm screaming with fear when I was still a small kid.

The one who would give me a big hug whenever something bad or good happens.

The one who would take care of me whenever I am sick and prescribe me with all sorts of medicines so as to ensure I get well.

The one who I can confide in whenever someone "bullies" me.

The one who feels proud of his daughter for her achievements.

The head of the house.

Daddy, I really miss you..

Dear Mummy, you've really been very strong and is still very strong be it mentally or physically.

I really hope that the 3 of us can at least do something, even the slightest thing for you, be there for you.

I really feel very helpless when I see you already hanging on a thread and yet I'm still a patient who needs to be taken care of.

I keep telling myself that I have to study very hard now, and be able to earn money to take care of my parents in future as they grow older. So that they can relax and do whatever they like, be it farming or just leading a simple lifestyle.

It is only right to do so and I'd really want to fulfill their desired retirement lifestyle. 

Health is wealth..