Friday, November 10, 2006
5 mins ma, just 5.
the first friday in a long time, i held a heavy heart on my way home from nette's documentary screening at smu. never did i expect that a 15 min clip could evoke deep emotions from within, wasnt it just, another documentary?
i could feel my throat constricting, tears welling up in my eyes, and i was almost tearing. jonathan is just 9, yet he has to suffer the fate of being a cerebral palsy child. at 9, we were fretting over the primary 4 streaming, having great ambitions of being pilots, doctors and lawyers.
but what is jonathan doing at 9? being cared 24/7 by his mom serene, not being able to talk, walk or act like a boy at 9 should. i felt horrid thinking about how i took my childhood for granted, where at 9, i felt i could do almost anything because i was almost 10.
i hate the fact that i must remind myself that i really shouldnt take the people around me for granted. it just feels, empty.
i still have a lot of words to say, but i dont know how. i look at jonathan, i hope he'd be healthy, because one doesnt know, how many birthdays he still has left.
10:15 PM
