Was sick these few days… Until now still yet to recover… I checked myself every morning and if I know I still can go to work, I'll force myself to get up and prepare for the day.
My body is weakening every time when it is almost reaching the end of the day. I reached home, taking out my keys and slotting the key towards the door-lock with my shivering hand. Finally I got in to my cozy house and immediately I feel comforted.
I yield towards the living room and upstairs “Anyone home?” Silence replied me and I know that I’m alone again.
Walk slowly towards the kitchen, there it was, a pack of takeaway-meal placed on the dining table, my heart give thanks by saying “ Thanks Mom.”
Without finishing my dinner, I put away my dinner into the trash-can, take my medicine and head on to my shower.
Lay down on my bed, I gaze at the ceiling in my room and my heart grips and turns sour. I tears, hoping there’s someone beside me. So, I whisper “Will anyone come to me…?” Knowing the fact that I’m alone now, it’s helpless.
Holding my pillow close to me, pretending I’m hiding under an arm.
Slowly the medicine take effect and I’m getting drowsy, my eyelids are like stage curtains closing after a day of performance.
In such tough life and weakening feelings, there’s only one thing that I will hold on to and to remind myself that I need to stand up and move on with my life. I need to be strong in order to care for the people who are close to me.
That is YOU.
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