I can't admit less I'm living in denial.

Each time I came to know more about mum's condition
I cannot accept it, I really can't.

News I know and seeing mum face to face, I really cannot piece it up.

Mum is still looking strong, cheerful, and fine.

Is she putting up a brave font?
Are her eyes watery? Do she cry at night?

Or am I not observant enough?

Mum promised us that she will fight for our sake, for everyone who cared, everyone who love her.

Don't give up, never give up - stay positive.
Mum please do.

I tried to stay positive too, but the news are always battling with me.

I kept hearing it over and over again.

I'm getting sick of it.

I want to hear something new, something positive, something I'm longing to hear ever since it started.

Good news? Turning for the better?

I'm still waiting for a miracle, if they do exist.
I believe it do, it does, right?

I won't give up, and I guessed the best way right now is to live in denial.

I love you mum.
I want to see your face, hear your voice, receive ur text and calls everyday of my life.

Dad's memory seem to be failing too.

This house is so empty.