The moment that made me felt touch and I was nearly soaked in tears, was not about seeing Dad to be lying in the bed, having fighting for an heart operation that could be risky at any certain point of time. It was not also that he was safe from any dangers from the operation.

It was actually the view of seeing Mum placing Dad’s mouth with the piece of blowing equipment to train his breathing. Such a simple task and I could tear… I don’t know why but for the past 8 years I guess, this is the first time since then that Mum showed her concern to Dad.

I hope time could return back, that I could treat her better than before. However, I can’t. Nevertheless, all I could say about the view I saw from the point of time is that… actually, Mum still love Dad no matter what happens to him. He maybe the family’s bastard, an irresponsible father and husband, yet he is fortunate to have such a wonderful and noble wife.

Mum maybe talking about money all day long but still, she fails to divorce with Dad for 2 things that I know; for us, the kids and lastly, she still cares for Dad. A blissful image that as a kid of theirs for 21 years, I’m touched.