It's not a good starting.

Going in and out of the hospital’s ward, I feel the tiredness have had in me. Yet, we have not given out on Mum. Mum is currently staying at a room with special care. Just remember a couples of days, sis and I went early morning before Mum’s operation. We tried to calm her down and let her know we support her that much. It was the time, she were really and pushed her to the theatre. Then, I went for work while Dad was there.

So glad that heard from Dad that the operation was successful at the afternoon. My heart lightened and I felt safe to go home. Until, I was waiting for the second bus, my phone rang.
My brother called. Oh gosh, Mum was in danger.
Her wounds and inter-organs were bleeding randomly. As a normal person should have 5ml of blood but Mum had lose almost 3ml. I rushed home.

Everyone was crying and fears. Dad drove us all to the hospital because’ we couldn’t just wait at home. We asked the nurse at the wards and she said Mum was at the operation. Oh gosh, Mum went for the second rounds. I feel the stress and fears. Cried with my prays for Mum…

After 2 hours, Mum was moved to the SICU and we went to see her. She was enclosed in a special room with front glass door where everyone could see her. Machinery and equipment which we saw on TV somehow it happened in front of me. Mum was feeling greatly tired, and her hand and shoulder contented with pipes. I lose myself in the room and cried outside.

ps. i failed my driving test. bad luck.
GOD BLESS ME AND ALL pls.