Mum, I really think I’m feeling what you felt when you’re still around. It’s some kind of a life experience that God is teaching me, as a way to show me how you lived through an ungrateful son like me.
Now that I’m sick it’s as if no one care about me at all in this house. Dad still asked me what breakfast I want, with not even a subtle hint of “Why are you coughing so badly?” And after he bought the food, he placed it (I bought tau-huey btw) on the table as usual, and it’s up to me to eat it.
I mean, c’mon… why is my dad like this? Like not even a dad? Already I have to teach him every single meaning of life and now that I’m sick I’ve to teach him to be compassionate too?
I was so du lan by it, already am actually by the state of the house and the little things that my dad does that’s so out of the ordinary idk why when I corrected him, it’s as if I’m in the wrong and abnormal one.
Then Sis just goes on with life with her heck care attitude; she doesn’t even know what to eat for dinner. Seriously, of all the cuisines in the world? Gimme a break here.
You see Mum if I am well, I’d bother to go down to the shop near the wet market to stock up on Chipsmore cookies and HL Milk ‘cause that’s what Sis would eat in the worst case scenario. But I’m not feeling well… I’m feeling very numb, very lethargic somehow. Maybe it’s the meds idk. But I do feel like going out and do something you know ‘cause I feel so cooped up and useless at home even though I get to rest my body and play games and all.
So yeah, last time when you were sick seriously when I look back, nobody cared to ask you how you’re doing including me ‘cause I took your sickness for granted. You never told me the truth anyway till I found out about it when it didn’t really matter anymore. Dad and Sis did what they’re doing to me right now - minding their own business.
But I know and I remember that when I was younger, you always check on me when I came down with a fever or anything. You accompanied me to the clinic, queued with me, fed me the medicines at the intervals required and tucked me to sleep so that I can ample rest to recover from my sickness.
Now I’m sick again Mum, will you be there for me? Even if it means looking down on me from up above? Please…
