Was really a tiring week.
I managed to survive through without a tear dropped.
The hospital became such a cold place when mom was wheeled in for op.
I felt pain, worried, scared.
She wasn't that brave when dad underwent the same thing.
When she was wheeled up and heard her name, I saw her lying there.
I wanted to cry.Because, she looks so helpless.I couldn't help her to fight those stupid cells.
She was so strong. Mentally and physically.
The next day she was up and walking, joking around with my aunts about her illness.
She is still so beautiful.
I told myself.If mom was so strong. I had to be also.
Digesting all these looks relatively hard enough.
Another thing in the same week,in the family, had to hit me hard enough to get me all drunk.
I was devasted, disappointed. I wanted to cry so badly.I doubt again.
Was i wrong to try so hard to trust him?
At this lowest point in my life, had he to do such things.
My heart dropped. I had to drink myself to sleep.

Well. I have not fully recovered from all those things that happened.
It takes time to digest.What I know is, I have to protect my family.
At least now I know, I didnt make the wrong decision, to not study aboard.