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Days are easy to deal with while nights are a little harder. But as long as you get through the night, the sunshine be always a warm welcome. Realized last night that I do miss being hugged to sleep, and waking up in strangle of arms of laziness. Sometimes it is tough, but you still live on. I try. I live.

Mum is back in hospital, and not coughing at home anymore. Dad seems more worried about me. Worried that I would catch whatever it is she has when I am to be off antibiotics. Under room arrest I try to study, for an exam that has been jinxed for a while now.

The question remains, will I or will I not, make it to the examination center, at least this time?