Tonight, I saw my sister cried while she was praying. Her fear obviously screened in her face. I couldn’t help and burst into tears silently.
My nephew, her first son, named Ahdan has been hospitalizing in Jakarta since February. This is his second hospital after Siloam in Makassar. He is 5 months old. His weight is only 3.2 kilograms. He is suffering many abnormalities since he is only 7 months in my sister’s belly. He was born prematurely.
It breaks my heart into pieces everytime I see my nephew’s condition. He isn’t like any other normal kids who can crawl, who don’t need to hospitalized. Who’s live happily with their parents. And of course, my sister’s heart has been so fucked up. I can’t believe what am I supposed to feel if I were her. I might be crazy and depressed.
So be thankful to your Mom. She is the only one who can’t sleep when you are still awake. She is the only one who’s worrying you when you’re not home yet. She is the only one who willing to live a hard life only for you.
Every child is every parents’ sunshine. Every child is every parents’ light of life.