While we all doing our weekly routine, we never expect that something will happen right?
When I was cleaning my house at the upper floor, my sister also cleaning her own room, then my mum was mopping the staircase. We didn't expect that this will happen. She was asking us to not come down while the stairs still wet. Then suddenly I heard she shout ‘Chloe, mama fall down’ Then I rushing down stairs and help her. She can't even move herself then her body still lying on the stairs. My sisters and father come over and accompany mum. Helped her to check on her body and then rush to hospital in case it was not how easy it could be.
Before went to the hospital, mum tried to lie on the bed. Yes, that time it was not so serious but then when the time she wanted to get up from the bed, it was hard and don't even have the strength to get up.
Lucky there's always angels around us. She hurt her side and the back of her knee. There was no injured on the head and back bone or spine.
There is a time, when we are young, when we lie out in a meadow, our hands clasped behind our head, and we stare up at the sky, we dream of what our life might be. The possibilities seem endless, and we are enchanted at this vision. It beckons us toward Life, and Joy. But then, as things work out, and we grow older, Reality sets in. we decide we have to settle. Settle for a life that’s less than what we dreamed. A different life. Maybe an Okay life. But definitely a lesser life. And, at times, a boring life. But sometime later, in our life, something awakens within us. Call it yearning. Call it hope. We come to realize the dream we dreamed has never died. And we go back to get it. We decide to resume our search… for the life we know within our heart that we were meant to live.