when she's sick, the dishes are left in the sink, the air in the house was so still, the dog just lay still, the cushions were not arranged nicely, newspaper was not neatly arranged, no aroma of the coffee in the morning... feels weird.
see when she's sick, her life came to a halt. she doesnt go to work, her daily routine stops. she no longer drinks her usual coffee, talks to the dog about what she's gonna do today and she just retreats into her room, curling herself up in a ball. ignorant about her old-fashion air supply ring tone when it rings. she just sort of like, quarantined herself in her own cozy spot at home.
so, i concluded that one cannot fall sick too often. Or else, sooner or later the world will forget your existence.
get well soon mommy.
hope to smell those coffee tomorrow morning.
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