So a week before I went home and a day before my Foundation Dinner, my dad got into an accident. I found out on the day of dinner itself. It didn't bug me that much at first since I didn't know how bad his condition was.
Only when I got home I got to know the full details.
My dad broke nine ribs, which makes it very hard for him to move. Even when he sneezes, it's as if someone put a sword in his lungs. The doctor said that this is a very rare case as usually a person would only break five to six ribs at the most. But this is NINE. so you can imagine how that's like. When my dad went through the operation, the doctor even said the operation would either be successful or he'd be dead. Luckily it's the former.
IDK how to explain in full detail but to put it in simple words he has gone through a lot la. So when I got home, basically, I take care of my dad now as my mom has work and my younger siblings has school and my sister is in college. So i'm the only one left at home to take care of him. I didn't feel the seriousness of it all until we made a visit to the hospital one day.
You know when I read books and there were these scenes of the characters at a hospital, they would describe how they hate hospitals because of the dim lights and the gloomy atmosphere and the smell of death and all that crap, I didn't understand them. All my memories of hospitals were happy ones.
I mean, I never felt anything but excited when I went to hospitals back then.
But then again, I was a kid.
Now that I've grown up and mature enough to understand everything that's going on around me, I can fully get what the author is trying to portray in all those books. The feeling of not wanting to be there cos there was just so much negative aura around. The feeling of probably falling sick as well.
It was just too much for me. I felt like just getting out of that place. It feels so dim and gloomy that I even lost my appetite.
