O feet and MUshroom soup ,,

for the past few months , i was but myself because my dad was not well ..in fact we were not ourselves ...he was in the hospital and the next moment he was out ..he was okay , he could eat and then he can't ..

so, from that moment on , i sat quietly when ever i could ..i guess i just don't feel like talking ..the house has gotten pretty quiet after my dad got sick ... no laughter , jokes ..nothing ..when it was time to wake up , we would , time to eat , take a nap ..we did it .. but my dad was just too tired to speak to us . i guess he is in pain .

he feels disheartened because he is just so afraid to eat and swallow his food and that makes him cough ,.

i am here and there and everywhere , mum and me we try to do everything on our own. we have been running around quite a bit ,, i would like to think how God has guided me especially during this time , i don't know how i drove to University Hospital ..how i parked the car ..how i went to buy groceries for the day and everyday after that .

i just don't know where that strength came from ..for when i was weak , i was strong .. i really took over my dad's duties overnight . should i be proud of myself ? 

i really have more to learn from my dad and just the other day i was checking the car just to make sure everything was ok .....so now i am known as the mechanic lady !!!!!! it's just that , things that i have never done before , i am doing it now ...

i do hope my dad gets well , able to eat and at least smile ....