the waiting

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Once, I was a happy girl. I was the youngest of five siblings. My father worked as a bank manager while my mother was a loving and caring housewife. Our life was well managed. My family loved and cared of each others.

When I was in standard 4, something unwanted happened. My eldest sister was always sick. At the beginning it seemed just like a fever. Once, she had a very terrible sick. Her body was hot and she vomited too. She was taken to meet the doctor, but after a fortnight she was still not recovered whereas she had taken the medicine as well as we all took care of her. We all were very anxious. So, my father took her to the hospital. After the treatment, we all were very shocked as the doctor told us that she had a genetic disease. It had made all her body weak as well as the pain all over her body.

Day by day, she was getting worse. She had to stop her study. She became very thin. All day long, she could not do anything and just laid on her bed. My mother took care of her patiently. I always spent my day with her, just as when she was still healthy. Before this, she always helped me to do my homework, riding me on bicycle and bought me ice cream. I always tried to make her happy by reading story books to her or playing her favorite music. Still, I would cry of love, sad and pity of her when I wasn’t with her. About a year later, the same thing happened to both of my twin older brothers. Just like our sister, they stopped their study and yet laid senselessly on the beds.

Our lives were filled with sadness. Everyday was a gloomy day. There seemed no hope for them. All that we could do were took care of them very well and prayed for them.

After about two years in her pain, my dear sister passed away. Not so long after that, she was followed by the twin. My mother almost lost her patience. She was very sad and couldn’t stop feeling guilty. It was good as my father was always there to comfort and support us.

However, after all that had happened, we all four that left always had the unpleasant feeling as we were afraid if there would be another victim of the disease. When I remember our nice time before all this happened, I realized that our life was not as happy as before. Still, we always prayed all the good for us.

My only brother then got excellent result in his SPM examination and an offer for his further study quite away from home. He was my only brother and it made me sad to be away from him. He too, was feeling really sad. But we all know that it was all for his sake.

One day, I came home in a heavy rain. I’d got fever, cold and headache. Late at the night, my parents took me to the hospital as my temperature got much higher. Then, it so happened that the doctor told us that I’d got the disease too. I cried as my mother hugged me tightly.

Actually I cried almost all the time. I refused to eat, talk and everything. I was getting worse every single second. Then, when I remembered my late sister and twin brothers, I realized how terrible I am. I should be as strong as them. I realized how sad my family to see me like this, though they seemed patient by my side to take care and comfort me.

So, I determined to be strong. That is why I write this story – for my dear late sister and brothers and because of my love for my family and all them that I shall leave soon – a story while in waiting. Actually we are all in waiting. It’s just that my time is really near.

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