Remember the mother who died for giving birth to a pre-mature baby? Well, the baby also died because of sepsis, uncontrolled bleeding and hepatomegaly, as far as I can remember. He died when I wasn’t on duty (enjoying my day-off at home). I never knew that I wouldn’t see him again. He prolly wanted to be with his mom. Wherever they are, I hope they’re both peaceful and happy. As for the mother and the grandmother, I hope that they would be able to move on and accept that life is unfair, but that’s just the way it is.

You know for the past few days, I have been complaining about my life again. Why do I have to have endometriosis? Why can’t I find the right job? Why do I have to suffer and face these challenges? But the thought of what happened to the mother and her baby makes me thankful (despite the problems) that at least God gave me the chance to live, to encounter depressing and blissful moments, to learn to value things that can not be bought by money, and to learn to love and to feel being loved by the most wonderful people on earth.

I might not get everything that I want now but someday, somewhere, I will fulfill all my goals and dreams… Just one step at a time… One step at a time…

Oh, Life! I still love you, you know…