"I thought you were dead" , my son said, recollecting how he felt post our accident and when i was being carried to the hospital - all of which he witnessed in person, full of fear and worry that the most terrible thing happened to his mother. These words, no matter how hard they are to hear, it was important for him to let me know how he felt. Behind all the brave face he put for everyone else, I needed to hear my son's actual emotion seeing me lifeless for a while. For the last week that I had been back home, he continued to stick to his father, shows up a lot of maturity and growth in the 3 weeks that I missed being his mother - during this time, I was 1 week out in Malaysia for work and 1 week in hospital and 1 week at home - as a patient! We are slowly getting back to the routine of being ourselves. Somethings we cannot get back to how it was anymore. We both have just changed. I don't cuddle him as much as I used to. I let him be, except when I need him to get ready for school.
I am thankful of that Policewoman who got me to the hospital, took my bag and mobile safely, parked my vehicle at a shop so my family could pick it up later. So many GOOD souls have come by my way and I may never know who they are - helping me and my son along the way, just silently doing this expecting nothing in return. Cheers to all the goodness there is in this world. I am thankful to have the accesss to good medical care and facilities to help recover. Cheers to the senior friends and their family who came in to support unconditionally! I am thankful for my colleagues, bosses and team for not letting me worry about a thing while I was hospitalized.
I am also thankful for being able to celebrate my son's 8th birthdy and shower him with gifts(all pre-ordered) in the midst of all this. Most of all, I am thankful that I am alive and can express gratitude like this!
Until next time , Happy Living!
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