"Grandpa.. how are you there? Because I'm not okay... I hope you wake up, do you know I don't have an ally... whoever your ally is he's still lying on the bed. Grandpa, I hope you wake up," I cried. My tears flowed.
I'm in a mess. I don’t know now what I should do. Others think of me as my strength. But the truth is I am weak. People also give up when exhausted.
Tears streamed down my cheeks and I wiped them clean. Who is my ally now? Who is my captain now the only person I can lean on is comatose. Will I be able to bear all this burden on my shoulders? Lord, I just love. But why did you let me love the two? What am I going to do now? I have two men. I love. Am I a sinner? I will be embarrassed because I put them together?
Will I go to hell because of two people I both loved? I don't w
