Today was fine like any other day until i stepped through those doors with my mask on. The minute it hit my eyes, my heart sank, deeper then the Titanic. We were joking and laughing our way as we made it to the hospital, we were feeling pretty fine. There laid my uncle, dad's brother, he could barely open his eyes let alone raise his hands. It was heart-wrenching. Bandages embraced his head and tubes like wires everywhere from his hands to the mouth.

My uncle went for an operation, a tumour near the forehead. It was fine until his brain was infected. If you guys read the newpaper if im not wrong it was on a friday last week. In fact its hard to miss since its on the front page. Swandi, a former S-League coach in hospital after he was diagnosed with a tumour growing in his head, unaware for 6-7 years. And the worst part is, he looks exactly and i mean really 99% like my dad. My mum just couldnt hold her tears, i wouldve cried so hard with her but i held back. i felt so bad, so guilty for i dont know what reason to at all.

Then as i stood beside him he raised his hands and i held it, my brother leaned forward to said a few words, i couldnt hear what it was but i could only see him lay there nodding his head. I felt i had to say something, i needed to say something, but i couldnt speak, i didnt know what to say. It was as if reality strucked me so hard, i fell speechless as i stood there holding his hand and looking at him as he lay there, thinking to myself how sympathetic he looked and how he resembles my dad soo much. i miss him and i miss family.

Neways luckily when we visited him that evening he just got outta ICU, if i were to see in in ICU im sure i couldn't have held back. And if i would've said somehing just now i'd tell him " Thanks for everything and i hope you get well soon" i know it isnt much cause till now im still quite speechless.


- My heart's a picture, it tells a story but it doesn't beat.
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