Things that hurt

There has not been anything so worth rejoicing nor grieving. Perhaps just... some things that hurt. Mother called this morning to tell me that she fell down on the pavement near UOB and no one helped her even though her knee was bleeding quite badly. She told me she was close to tears because her knee and palm hurt from the fall. Thank goodness a kind maid passed by and helped her. The maid had a little girl with her and the kid cried when she saw Mother hurting. When Mother was sharing this part of the story she was like choking on her tears. While I wished I had been with her at that moment to prevent the fall or at least be there to attend to her injuries, a part of me thought I would not want to be there to witness it. She has slipped and fallen a few times in recent years and it's pretty hurting to hear. On the other hand, something has been very wrong with Harry these days. It really worries me. Especially today. His fur is falling at an alarming rate and apparently he is depressed himself. I haven't been an avid dog lover even though he has been here for a decade, but it just hurts me to see him behaving this oddly. While carefully observing his body today, I began to worry. What if he just dies suddenly? I don't know how I will react actually. It's scary to just imagine. Losing has never been my forte, has it. So anyway, I always habitually decline my mum's offer to go for supper because firstly, I don't like to go out at night after I have showered, secondly, supper is a taboo for someone who is dieting. (And I have been watching my weight for the longest time ever.) But I decided to compromise today because I want to TRY to be a filial daughter. I plan to bring her and sis to try nice dumplings and prawn paste chicken wings at Chinatown tomorrow.