ACCORDING TO the news record, exactly at 3:05 pm where the traumatic scenario happened at Francisco train, in England. Even it was now past a week, I still couldn't understand why our life path was so unfair.
"Rendev, I don't want you to know about this but, yea, you have a right. I have... a deadly ill," she said while I am busy reading the invitation card repeatedly.
I look at her, "You have what, mom?"
"I have a—" she suddenly stopped when his second husband goes down the stairs.
"She was happy for you," he said.
"No, I want to hear my mother's ill from herself." I defend. "I clearly heard it and she told me that she has a deadly illness?! Mom," I looked at my mother's face. "What are you talking about? What kind of ill? Let's go now to the near hospital. I don't wanna lose you too
