When I was waiting for the doctor, I happened to take a snapshot of this wheel chair of an old guy in front of me. I did not think he was the one who was sick, it was his little grand daughter. She cried very loud because of the needle that stabbed her vein, only for some drops of her blood. The grandpa hugged her and waved her hair as he whispered something beautiful the girl stopped crying.
Then off they go, leaving me alone. Oh, not really alone. We are totally alone only when we were separated with our cellphones and headphones, don't you agree? :) So yes, I was accompanied by hundreds of my friends in twitter. There, I scrolled down my timeline.
My eyes glued to this girl. I thought she has everything a woman always wanted. Full time mother, handsome and loving husband and responsible, successful career, cute daughter, tight-bound familia, never-ending online shopping, branded bags and shoes and jeans, holidays, ... oh I'm not being 'caypoh' or something, but everyone on her follower list knows her things. But apparently, everything is not always what it seemed. I can only hope she is happier than I thought she is. Thinking of her got me, that I don't want to be like her anymore. That everything I want might not always be the better answer.
Then I quickly forget about her. About ideal things I wanted and pictured my son. How could someone with a kid (or kids) be broken and very broken in such a way? Isn't the kid is a supa-dupa booster for us to hold on? The only thing who makes us sane that we cannot lose our self, therefore we can stand for him. At that point, I miss my son terribly.
Lyfe, eh?
Just like the wheel in front of me, sometimes we are up sometimes we are in the down. We used to be healthy and young, tomorrow we are sick and old. But no matter how old or sick we are, seeing the old guy in front of me, we can always be useful for others.
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