Trauma
I had the fright of my life.
There she was, sitting there, kept asking what happened. Images of what happened 2 years back haunt me. Please, let it not be a stroke relapse. She just forgot everything that just happened a couple of hours ago. She even forgot that I gave her an ang pow for the new year.
Everyone started panicking. I just sat there, quietly. Trying to hide my fear. Showing fear is the worst thing that one could do because, first, it does not help matters, secondly, it scares her more than anything else.
Fortunately, she was ok and was able to recall everything after we got home and she rested for a while. It was really a close shave. The last thing I need is to have something happening to my beloved grandma on the first day of Lunar New Year.
There she was, sitting there, kept asking what happened. Images of what happened 2 years back haunt me. Please, let it not be a stroke relapse. She just forgot everything that just happened a couple of hours ago. She even forgot that I gave her an ang pow for the new year.
Everyone started panicking. I just sat there, quietly. Trying to hide my fear. Showing fear is the worst thing that one could do because, first, it does not help matters, secondly, it scares her more than anything else.
Fortunately, she was ok and was able to recall everything after we got home and she rested for a while. It was really a close shave. The last thing I need is to have something happening to my beloved grandma on the first day of Lunar New Year.