I've been keeping this story for long long time now, it is about Aom, my lovely friend
OCT 2008, i visited Aom at the hospital, her 1st come back to chemo therapy again.
she was paled and look weak, I can tell exactly how she feels when i look at her. Aom asked me 1 question that i remember till these days
"A,.... when... will I be cured?"
at that seconds, it is a different question from How do i get healed ? or Will I get any better soon? She wants the exact date and when will she be cured from this endless sickness. She knew i have a sixth sense and she wanted to hear when.., will she ever get back to normal again..
it was an answer that was not an answer but i still had to give.
"I don't know" I've replied
it was a painful lied to me that I really can't see when will she ever get back to normal stage. so, I've to said "i don't know..." because it never will.
I kissed her on the forehead and i think that she knows I've left her and let her rest. I couldn't tell exactly how i felt but... I cried inside on my way home.
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