I hope I’ll stop receiving questioning looks over my volatile mood, because the one at the helm of it all isn’t me; I can’t even tell myself exactly what and how to feel. I’m too easily affected by the things going on around me, as though it’s second nature of mine to go around picking up bubbles of sadness and happiness and collate all of them within my scope of mood.
My grandma is not looking very good. It seems like the relapse this time round, although it doesn’t seem as bad, is causing her mood to take a huge hit. Every time she turns her head around and shakes her head with whatever strength she could muster from her feeble body, I had to turn away. And I feel so useless, although I know there’s nothing much I can do except to hold her hand and rub her back to tell her I’m still backing her up.Stay strong, my dear.
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