An unusual start of a Thursday morning.

Days back home are routine. Woke up at 7am, got to my desk and had my laptop turned on. After one hour of surfing and scrolling, I usually get my breakfast served at 8am, not by my mum, but my dad who insisted on serving me his own definition of nutritious breakfast in a bowl. But I didn't get that today, 'cause I've decided to get into the kitchen and please my stomach a little earlier.

"Wun Chiang, do you know which drug should I take for my condition? I've seen the doc and took some medicine, but it made me sweat so much that I've decided to stop taking it." Don't think I had the best sleep last night, but for some reason I started explaining to her with my limited knowledge, never been so patient with her my whole life.  Neither have I taken her question that seriously.

"Exactly. Thanks for understanding. Tell you grandpa what you've just told me, 'cause he never understands but blames." The last line struck me. I think everyone in the family don't make an effort to understand. Maybe we did, but we lost our patience and started to blame and induce guilt. We are definitely her only source of emotional support, but we fail to fulfil this responsibility. After all, we are only human...

It's extremely hard for me to change my attitude towards her, but at least she knows someone actually listened to her. I'm glad to have that little chat with her. Or was it just an act to counter my guilt?

"You will make it through..."