A Personal Note

Sorry for not showing up in the morning with my blog as per my routine.

But I couldn’t, due to personal reasons.

I never thought taking our parents to the hospital would feel this heavy. All our lives, our parents have taken to hospitals for fevers, injuries, countless worries and we can’t really feel what they feel in those situations 

What does it feel like to see your child suffer?

To see them intaking number of tablets?

To watch them become passive, disturbed, and helpless?

To see them being passive and disturbed.

And today, I felt that.

Being a child and seeing our parents getting health issues (could be anything—from a fever to a major issue) —but to see them suffering really feels heavy.

Going to the reception counter, filling the form, going to a number of floors in order to get consultations, waiting for an hour outside the scan centre, trembling and waiting for the result, only to hear that the result will take one day.

And the fear continues.

Having been consoled by them, and coming to the place where we have to console them needs strength, which we should acquire from them.

Making sure that they have good food, tablets at the right time, and especially seeing them sleep after all this provides you the finest relief.

Even one day of seeing them sick feels weak. But they had never become tired, so neither should we.

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