This is officially my first post since I migrated in Europe. Normally, I would have wanted to share how life is so far in this side of the world. But I couldn't bear in my scruples to publish how great it has been for me since I flew in barely a month ago, knowing that every corner of my mind worries for my folks back at home.
My mom is again in the hospital. I couldn't count any more the number of times she has had her attack. For most people of similar condition, what she had been through would emphatically mean the end of their lives. But my mom has proven time and again what a strong woman she is. She is a fighter. But she can only do so much. For how long? All is in His hands.
I feel so helpless and useless. I couldn't bear the thought of losing her one day. I worry not only for her but also for my father who is working away from home. I worry for my siblings and their future. How I wish this is only a nightmare that I can wake up from the next morning. Sometimes I would question why things like this have to happen to my family. There are millions of worse people in the world - criminals, thieves, cons, etc. But why us? What did we do wrong? I really do not understand.
Don't we deserve to be happy and just stop worrying?
