The tree wishes for stillness, yet the wind won't stop. The child wishes to care for their parents, yet the parents can't wait.
When I picked up the call and heard my mom crying, it came with my dad's diagnosis—late-stage cancer. The doctor said he might have less than three months left.
I completely broke down. I cried the whole day. But once the tears ran dry, I told myself I had to be strong. After all, I'm the only child, the pillar of this family now. Even if my mind's blank and my movements sluggish, even if I can't remember what I was doing from one moment to the next, I still have to hold on.
The story I'm writing borrows from my real life. In Jing's story, her maternal grandparents passed away early; her paternal grandparents are still around. That's the same as me. My mom will only have me in the future. Right now, she doesn't dare tell my grandparents, not even my dad.
I need to be brave. I need to take care of my dad and help him fight this. I'll keep writing in the hospital, doing what little I can to help pay for his treatment. Please give me a bit of time to adjust. My updates might not be as regular—maybe one chapter every few days—but I'll do my best.
Maybe when I'm writing, I won't think too much. Maybe in the world of my stories, there won't be so much pain and helplessness.
For those of you waiting for updates, please be patient. Don't give up on me, I beg you.
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This chapter is from Author not me 👀. If I'm not mistaken, she updated this around march last year.