| Hope for the best |
[May. 29th, 2025|07:37 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | 2025, message | ] |
| [ | Nowhere in... |
| | At home; Bangkok, Thailand | ] |
| [ | I'm listening to |
| | Signaldrift - And Yet... | ] |
| [ | I feel... |
| | Indifferent and sad | ] |
It's years since I witness death. Did I?
My housemaid, or to me, my nanny, just had a stroke and a seizure while cooking. She's rushed to the hospital, and the doctor told my mom that 1. She needs to have her brain surgery done 2. She might have to take an ambulance to the hospital in her hometown 3. she has to be monitored 72 hours (about 3 days) and see if she can slowly recover. If not, goodbyes.
My mom had her driver go through her phone to contact her daughter and her husband. Her daughter's grieving for her while her retarded husband is still drunk during his shift. Now my brother and mom is crying. She got to eat the meal she cooked for her (my other nanny continued cooking the pumpkin for her). And now it's a 50/50 situation now. Die, live, I dunno.
She's with me since I was 5. I'm 14 turning 15 in two months and it's very unexpected to me; a while ago she went to buy me ice cream, and put grandma's clothes in the drawer, and a few hours or so she's in the hospital trying to breath...
My brother begged me to pray for her too. I thought it's a small situation, but now I'm trying my best not to cry.
Let's hope for the best she didn't die, but now she can't work for my family. It's the end of the road now... things are changing...
Nikki out. Hugs and kisses.
P.S. the first time death happened to my family was my late great-grandma. But I was not sad about it because she was going to die at 99. Now that I think about it I'm going to cry |
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