What is love? Is it the worries over a father who has a close brush with death, a man whose role is no greater than to conceive me, a person whose physical inadequacy and lack of education has delegated his chilrearing responsibility on me to my uncle and aunt? Is it the tears that have fallen from a well long thought dry to a father risking to lose his limb?
True, he is the most stubborn man i have ever seen. So stubborn that he has grappled with the edge of life and awaits the verdict of doctors to amputate his leg. Then again, the blood that runs in him flows in me. I inherit his fury, his infectious laughter, his inclination to mingle with people....
In the face of mounting homework and assignments, busy practices for the grandiose event of Raffles Hall Concert, this is a big, if not paralysing blow. No, I'm not paralysed. I have the capacity to make decision. The ability to juggle all things at once. I'll persevere. That my presence with him I will assure yet I will not despair my cast mates, fellows of raffles halls, and assignment project buddies.
But love comes first. Papa, I'll come.
2 comments:
i hope everything goes well with your family ryan! things may seem tough now bt i'll get better, i'm sure of it. hang in there! need to complain, visit room 3-225!
Hey Ryan, i hope that everything's fine in your family..
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