the worst feeling in the world is when you're bathing and your phone rings and you know it's your darling but you wonder y he's calling so many times when he's still supposed to be working and he's using his s'pore line to call. something must be wrong but you don't know what so you carry on bathing. next his parents start calling you like mad, and finally you pick up the phone... and you hear the bad news:
your baby's in an accident all the way in china, he broke his hip bone and his face now requires stitches. and all this while you keep telling him to be careful, to quit his stupid job cos it's just not worth it... but he wanna prove himself so you grudgingly let him go... and now he's hurt... and you hurt too... but you can't cry cos you don't want him to worry, but yet you worry and are upset... you want him to come home, but not this way... he's ok but his bone will have to be pulled in place only tomorrow noon cos the doctor is not in the hospital, only the substitute doctor (what kinda STOOPID hospital does china have?) and after tt you have no idea when he's coming back, and you're worried and you just want him to come home but you don't know if he's stable enough to make the journey back...
you just wanna cry but you can't... like something stuck inside...
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