Pray that it's just a nightmare.
Pray for a miracle.
Pray for time to pass slower.
Pray that you will find the strength to fight.
Pray that we all have more time with you.
Today I saw all the handicrafts that you were doing in your spare time when you're all alone in the day, and was reminded of how you helped me with my art and craft projects in primary school, how you built this ship out of styrofoam, and how it stood out amongst all the other ships that my classmates did. I still remember it was purple, light purple. I wished I kept it; my parents probably threw it away.
My heart aches when I see you in this state, lying down, feeling tired yet you still struggle to talk to us.
I really wished I treasured you more, visited you more often in the weekdays, changed your bed sheets for you, talked to you more often, brought you out to Gardens by the Bay...
I am still praying for a miracle.
I don't want you to go...
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