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i woke up, this rainy morning, to a call telling me that my father (yea, the detestable one) had slipped, fell and needed an ambulance. slightly flustered i prepared to go down to the hospital and walked to the site where the little freak accident had occured.

i found my father at the bus stop wif a few pple crowded around. a lady, prolly a fresh grad, kind enuff to support my father frm where he fell up to a seat then, wif her mobile fone called up my mom and i. she dint look too bright, and her set of braces made her look kinda silly, but she's a nice person. very nice. there was also a malay homemaker wif motherly chacteristics. this large lady along wif the grad was talking comenting to my father abt his condition while handing him tissue as he was bleeding at the nose. there was also this guy in orange, from his short exchange wif the grad he was the one who dialed up the ambulance.

then there was my father.

sitting and bleeding, but not much, looking a little dazed. no big deal i thought when i saw him... and no big deal indeed. but i guess he was in shock. he had first fell off the rain covered steps into a seated position, knocking his tailbone on the concrete grnd. he got up dizzy and moved to a seat only to blackout and fall off the seat, on to his knees then his face. his spects abraded his brow and nose bridge.



pause.



and before u pity this... well... my father, dont. unless u noe him better than i do.

anyhows the ambulance came, patched him up, sent him to the hospital where he spent 5hrs going thro the necessary checkups. and if any of u wish to noe, he is ok physically. mentally... well, waddling in self pity. (note again that u dun noe him as well as i do.)



today lead me to wonder again if i wld care if he died... after all, throughout the whole incident frm recieveing the call to waiting for him at the hospital i dint feel even the slightest tang of anxiety or fear. maybe its the peace of God telling me all will be fine or maybe its jus that i dun really care.

either way after silence between us both for abt 7mths, i managed to ask him how badly he was hurt. hes fine. he had to complain abit but refrained when he saw i was frowning at him. i also managed lunch wif him which contained no conversation. i dun feel enuff to care although i do feel obliged.



i imagine wat pple wld say and wat pple hav said. i think its like losing a finger. pple look at ur hand and say "oh uve lost ur finger!" but to the one whos lost it, its jus another day wif one finger less.



if theres any good left in me its gotta be Jesus.