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Sunday, May 11, 2008 12:40 AM

While i've been trying to figure out what love was, it finally revealed itself to me.

Zenn was admitted to NUH yesterday. The doctors confirmed that it was appendicitis and we waited 7 hours for the operating theatre to be ready.

You don't know how difficult it is to tell an eleven year old that he was to undergo surgery. Without any familiar faces around him in a big cold room before the anaesthesia takes control.

The numerous jabs scared him and he kept asking if there were more to come. He kept asking what would happen if he were to get up during the surgery. He just kept asking. I whispered a prayer with him and then, i saw little tear drops sliding down his cheeks. And that's when i was like shit, and inside, i begged to switch places with him.


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