Time heals all wounds...

Daddy was finally released from hospital yesterday,after a valiant fight with stroke.Fortunately,his motor skills aren't impared,only his train of thought suffers.I pray that he gets well soon and we all can laugh loud.You grow up idolising your father,seeing him as your own hero,taking care of you,carrying you to your bed when you fall asleep on the sofa.To see him now hurts me,but it strengthens my resolve to take care of him,and my family.I have to thank ain,for all the help and support she's given me,through thick and thin,telling me to be strong.She has her fair share of experience in dealing with stroke,and that day was the day i realised my mum and her was talking so so much.I think they hit it off really really well,chatting non stop.They even banded together and barred me from talking my 2B motorcycle licence.Darn it. There goes my plans! But i will have my revenge! Muahahaha Thanks baby!