when i was in the hospital, memories of the past overwhelmed me. i remembered the time when i myself was lying there. it was my first operation, though it was a minor one. it was lonely being there, my then bf didnt seem to care. he appeared for a while and disappeared shortly. stayed for nothing more than an hour.
despite my exams, i’ll spend time with my mum till late at night. even when i was super exhausted, i would run little errands for her.
but i guess it was too much for him then, to even warrant spending more than an hour with me.
i guess at times like these, you get to see who are the ones who really care.