7 and a half years ago, with one phone call and a taxi ride home crying, my world was turned upside down.
We commemorated that day just two days ago, when daddy left us to go to the Big Papa.
Yesterday in service we discussed Finishing Well.
And today, with another phone call and another taxi ride home, I cried. But then I prayed. I prayed and I asked God to do what He wills, and I hope that He wills her well.
I'm at the ICU now, and I see my brothers cry in front of me. It's not an easy thing. I hope mummy pulls through.
Because mum I love you.