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bunnies and snakes ye
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today, i legit thought i was going to lose my mum. was getting ready for first day back to school when she suddenly opened the bedroom door and whined that she's getting a little dizzy. i told her to sit/lie down first as i tried to rush through my getting dressed for school process (almost impossible, might i add). halfway through, mum called out to me and she said that she's cold. okay fuck at that point of time, the only thing that went through my mind was "my mum's dying". muslims (or people in general? i'm not too sure) believe that when a person is dying, their limbs or mostly the feet will be cold. and shit, i touched mum's feet + hands and it was mad cold. my mind just totally blanked out and all i could do was to hold her hands to try and keep her warm. she told me to contact dad and i somehow managed to call him (just in time too, seconds later he would have entered some room where the service/signal doesn't work). he rushed down and we finally went to the polyclinic. she was dizzy throughout and was trying her best to keep herself awake by sniffing her handkerchief which had that strong oil smell. the wait was agonizing. in my mind, i kept thinking that every minute wasted waiting was a minute closer to losing her. idk okay, i've seen this happen too many times with both my parents. i don't want to lose any of them anytime soon. i still want to reach home and tell my mum about the stupid things i saw throughout the day. i still want to see my dad come home from work all lethargic and still being gross about the weirdest things (his tooth, for example). furthermore, i don't think the death of any (or worse, both) of my parents will leave a particularly positive impact on my siblings who are still in their sensitive teen years. please, let them live healthily for as long as possible. let them be alive to see at least one of us get married and have kids. insya'allah, amin.

fang's up.

xoxo