13 September 2013
You received good news when you visited Korea. The news was that you were transferred to Hospital Kajang. I was so happy for you. You had been worried about your career, even making alternative plans. You wanted to pursue a Master’s degree, evening classes if I remember right. I couldn’t do much for you. Truth is, I never really did anything for you. The next year, in June, you fell in love with another man. Someone you admired. Someone who gave you everything you wanted. At that time, I was very sick—fighting late-stage cancer. Struggling with work, with cash flow, with medical bills, utilities, and the kids. None of those burdens I shared with you. You were so young, and I didn’t want to weigh you down. The pain is still here. Still bleeding. Time has not healed this wound.
Just a small note on the board… remembering the old days.