Today is the typical workday of Monday.
It doesn’t turn out so bad it seems, its already 430p.m. and i looking forward
to the end of the day.
My daddy had his the other eye operated today, and just returned home to
continue his rest. Medical leave for 1 month ++ for both eyes.
What was I thinking, this morning on the way to the train and in the cabin, all i did
was sleep and sleep and stoned the whole journey until when i reached office, i realised
the operation was due.
i quickly offered a quick prayer for a smoothy operation.
I swore i curse and sweared myself… spending my time in sleep….instead of praying fervently.
Then Last evening, Daddy said to me during dinner………
“” tomorrow i have to start everything all over again… “”
and he puted on a smile… my daddy…..
the wheeling to the operation room, the pain, the rest and medical leave
and the drips and more rest to start all from start.
So i stood there stoned for a second and assured him that
by Sunday he could see so clearly again…
and I wonder how he is now…..
I’m Feeling: when we are old…
