i wasn't able to write on my mom's birthday on the ninth. i did plan to invigorate some sense into this page, yet i couldn't, i was throwing up like that David Walliams character on Little Britain. i've been looking at posters and synopses of old movies and i thought of mom. she could have answered all my queries. i was thinking about family trees and she's not here to lend her expertise or provide an opinion regarding personalities or issues of the day.
but hence our luck, four siblings, me and the three younger brothers. we're orphans scraping by our own counsel. we're all old now though. we observed, we should have learned.
at the mo, i'm very weak. the headaches are debilitating. the round the clock vomiting is painful. mom never used to suffer with anything resembling my symptoms. my husband's care is soothing but it's just the two of us. yesterday, i was craving for answers, to questions brought about by early morning phone calls from the hospital. i spoke to a few friends and my brother. they lived such cozy life, i couldn't seem to impose. i was left still seeking, staring at the light bulb.
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