Time seems to go on a standstill this morning. My dad's op should have completed by now. While I plough through the flood of emails that look like greek to me, and the unending deadlines, trying to motivate myself that these mattered. Remind me again, why am I here?
I'm scared, seeing my parents grow old, and seeing my life passing by. At the end of the day, holding on to His firm strong hand, and His gentle whisper that all is alright, He has got a hold on me.
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