Today Is Sunday

I am traumatized.Currently it's 11.30pm.When the clocks strikes 12.20am,it's exactly 2 weeks since my father's passing.I dreaded it.Everything that has happened will replay in my head.

I'm still living..alive but not kicking.I may look happy on the outside and as if nothing happened,only God knows what's in my head.Also for those who has been in the same situation as me.I'm very sure I am not alone.

For me to see so many cancer cases in the ward daily,it's very hard.Every complication reminds me of my father and how much he had suffered.I told him so many times,that he's not the only one.I'm determine to be an oncologist one day.

You don't feel it much when it happened.But it's much more obvious now.No more phone calls from my father,no more scoldings from him,no more his famous line "kamu ni keras kepala".Hehe.Can't seek advice from him,can't bug him or purposely piss him off.

Yes,his daughter misses him dearly.Nadya rindu ayah..