Hospital..

is such a scary word.. when we hear...someone close to us is in the hospital...we will go from a laughing mood instantly to a serious questioning mood...and the first question is most of the time..

Why? Why is [fill in name] in the hospital? And the second question would be ''Which hospital?'' But that didn't happen last night...I didn't ask those questions..When my father came home alone around 9 pm.. My parents went together to see our GP (Huisarts/家庭醫生) in the afternoon yesterday..When my father came home alone..I knew there was something not right..Something just didn't feel right..

Normally my mother comes home around 7pm to 8pm..Around that time.. but I didn't worry at first..Cause maybe she was playing mahjong with friends or something.. Who knows..So I waited and waited and waited..Till it was 1am..Now I knew something was wrong..That's what my senses told me from the start..

So I walked to the livingroom..Acting like I was going to get something to snack..And I asked my father : Where is mom? It's already 1am.. He replied while sitting on the couch : Your mom is in the hospital.. And then I replied : Why didn't you tell me? He replied : Why should I tell you? At that moment..I was like..WTF! for a second..but I replied simply with : Actually you didn't have to tell me..I knew there was something wrong..And I walked back to my room..

Last night was hard to sleep..Not that I have problems with sleeping or anything..Only my father and I were home...The house feels empty when people aren't home.. It just doesn't feel right...It feels less warm.. It feels more quiet.. Things that we don't want to feel.. Those things suddenly get to you..All I can do now is hope for the best..

Maybe I should start praying...

ps: remember when I told you.. I wish I could do the same as your grandma..This situation feels like a sign somehow..