I pray hard my sister can get a decent PSLE result. Only time will tell. How I wish I could be at home to see her results, sit her down and help her choose the appropriate secondary schools.
But (sadly) I’ll be in camp. Sheesh. At times like this I feel that I ought to be at home, tending to these kinda family matters especially when my mum’s health isn’t really that good nowadays. Having high blood pressure and being a single parent with a son in NS already looks tough on paper, what more when I see her go through it all with my own eyes.
Everytime when I get home, she’ll be resting on the bed and on days that I book in, she’ll wake up just to see me off.
I try to help out as much as I can - wash my own laundry, clean the toilet, vacuum the house - but somehow it just doesn’t seem to be enough.
Every week I really hope that I can meet Babe ’cause given her tight schedule, even meeting her at ungodly hours is good enough for me. It’s tough ’cause we can’t contact each other as often due to our own commitments and summarizing 1 week’s worth of incidents in 2 short hours, with eyes half-closed, isn’t really justifiable.
But Babe, trust me… 3 weeks from now, when everything’s wrapped up for the both of us, we’ll do a proper catch up and look back at those shitty days that we have aye. Then we’ll know how much we’ve toughen up.
And I still wanna watch Salawati and Madagascar 2 with you, Babe.
Ya Allah, tabahkan lah hatiku ini. Kuatkan lah iman ku supaya ku dapat merempuhi segala cabaran-cabaran yang telah Kau bentangkan bagiku. Sesunggunya kau lah yang Maha Esa lagi Maha Mengetahui. Amin ya rabbal alamin.






