Last night was my roughly struggled night. I can’t sleep well because when ever i lay down the bed, it felt like I’m losing air to breath. I was on my bed, curling up my knees to my chest, crying, thinking about what should i do. Because aside from having hard time to breath i was also feeling cold, and having fever.
I can’t stop my tears from keeping falling down my cheeks. I was crying because i really don’t know what to do. I don’t know what medicine should i take. I was thinking about what other remedies that i could do just have a good night sleep. Until i remember my mom that used to take care of me when i had severly asthma. My mom was always there 24/7 to monitor my progression. Where i always feel my mom’s love when she is taking care of me. Unlike my dad he told me earlier that night that if I am sick don’t live long, just die. I was thinking was he really concern of me? Then i talked back to him,
” sure i will be dead before you knew it and if i die, just pay my coffin, and don’t cry on my burial“. Read the rest of this entry »





















