I do not like publicizing myself. I have lots of things I would like to conceal, things I'd rather not let people know for fear that they will overreact. I hate being asked questions, and I hate explaining. But if you are here, you might as well read. And understand that if I had been jolly for the past week, I had only been pretending.
My dad had been confined in the hospital for almost a week already. Don't ask why, I won't tell specifics. So he's there, my mom's there, and so is my sister. The thing of it is, today is my sister's birthday. So here I am, instead of rushing over there to bring her food and cake and gifts, pondering over two thoughts that I had already been pondering on since dad had been confined.
1. It's funny how my sister will celebrate her birthday in the hospital. She was planning to go out with friends this weekend.
2. But then it's not funny anymore when I start realizing that dad won't be coming out of the hospital anytime soon. My birthday is right around the corner, and that means my family will be in the hospital, and I'd be left in our house. Of course, unless I decide to visit them and be with them during my birthday. But, it's not nice to celebrate or commemorate or even remember your birthday in the hospital beside a sickly dad.
You give thanks and feel blessed that you are given a full year to live, and you get scared your dad might not make his next birthday.
You see, I've been stuck in our house for a week already. Partly because I've been sick and I couldn't stay at the hospital with dad, mom and my sis because I might spread my flu. And it's not like I wanna stay by my dad's side, I don't like hospitals.
I do not need sympathy right now. I'm not looking for someone to talk to and I need space. Please leave me alone.
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