Of all the times that you have to get sick, and to spend time at the hospital at that, is when I am thousands of miles and several hours’ worth of flying time away.
I couldn’t imagine the pain and trauma you went through. Mommy wished with all her heart that she was with you. Despite being in beautiful, new places I should have enjoyed, I was thinking of you and praying with all my might for God’s healing hands to touch you. I am glad that you are beyond okay now. I am happy that Ate Mischa never had to experience this, and I hope it won’t happen to you ever again. Poor you, poor Daddy who had to take care of you by himself, poor Ate who still have school to contend with. But thank God for Ninong, Mama and Lolo.