Dear World,
Does it really ever end? Some of you already know what a tough few years I've had, but it hasn't ended. My grandmother who lives at home with me has been admitted to hospital since April 3rd with
myelodysplastic syndrome. Once again, our family has not been able to get a rest. Coincidentally, April 3rd is one day exactly after the funeral of her little brother who passed a way a few weeks earlier. Today, she had to be moved into Intensive Care Unit when she developed breathing problems.
Dear All the Good Fate That Is Left In This World,
Tomorrow is my 25th birthday. All I ask is that if you can spare a prayer for my grandmother on my birthday tomorrow, I would like to think that just this once, birthdays are that magical days when wishes do come true.
Thank you World.
~Ra
P.S. Dear Higher Powers,
Please stop testing my family! I would like to think that seven people in three years, especially when three LIVES in my home, is a little bit too much. I would like to think that we have all shown our tests of faith and strength and courage in all this.