Friday, April 8, 2011
Wounded and absorbed.
Posted at 1:34 AM
He's asleep in his own bed, hugging me. Well not really, hugging his pillow, pretending it's me although I really feel as if I am there with him. At this point of time, I need to be there for him. My boy's had a minor accident a few days back. Nothing serious, he says. It's serious to me. I can't stop crying, feeling the feeling that I'm gonna lose him. It's silly, I know. But it's so heartfelt when I cry and when I touch and see his wound. I just feel like weeping altogether. There are times when, it's my job to make him feel less worse when he cringes in pain. But I just burst out crying, and he'll feel better because he knows how much I love him. It's such a sad case. Dear god, please cure his wounds, and help him to be strong through this difficult time. Help me to be strong, for him. Amin, ya rabbal alamin.
