Parent’s love.

Nothing can beat mummy's love. Ok, let's be fair. Parent's love. Hehs.

I woke up feeling like I'm floating/sitting on a sampan. I could not walk without holding on to something for support. I need to lean against something when I'm standing. No. It's not low blood glucose because breakfast did not help. I thought it would most prob go after awhile so I sat down to edit my thesis. No. My head almost split apart. I feel so awful.

Felt so much better after some rest. But no, it's starting again.

Mummy suggested to brew the above for me. Alrights, it doesnt harm anyway. It was supposed to be good for my eyes. How? I really dunno sia...

They rush to all sorts of anedotes, medicines and people to make sure that they bring their kids away from the pain/misery/sadness. They stand by their kids all the time. They will scold the people who had bullied their kids/made their kids upset. They just want their kids to be happy. This is parent's love.

Love can pull you through alot of situations. But, it can make you really exasperated too. All because you dun want them to be such a plight. There's no stop to this vicious cycle: Parents - I need to do something to help them. Kids (well, obviously, not all of them, but some) - I hope they'll stop doing it because I want them to enjoy life and be happy. But there's no stop, until the problem is solved.

For this, I know. I'm lucky. Because I'm loved. And, I love them.

And, I would really wish to take them off all the troubles. They deserve a great life for the remaining few decades. For everything they had and is doing so far.