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Saturday, June 21, 2008

My mother texted me while I was at work. She told me that Fidzul was sent to the hospital because of bone fracture. My heart sank in a instant. I can't help myself from worrying. I felt so bad, I wanted to cry. He fell the day before and hurt his arm. I thought it was a minor injury and Fidzul was just exaggerating about his agony to get attention. My parents brought him to the clinic but they told them that there was a bone fracture and that he needs to the sent to the hospital pronto. Now you know, why I felt terrible. After work, I rushed to the K.K Hospital by taking 960. If only Azi was there to accompany me. Sitting right next to me, holds my hand and tells me that everything's gonna be okay. Sigh. When I saw Fidzul lying helplessly on the bed, I felt like weeping. He's only five and he had to undergo this operation which involves two metal pieces attached to his separated bones for support. My mom stayed there with him while the rest of the family head home at 2300hrs. If I wasn't working the next day, I'd stay there as well.


Get well soon, little brother (W)