February fourteen, deemed to be the most romantic day of the year. So overrated. Across the world, candy, flowers and gifts are exchanged between loved ones, all in the name of St. Valentine, the saint shrouded with lots of mystery. Nuff said.
But on this day of romance, being ‘romantic’ is the farthest thing from my mind. I am back to work after a day and a half break. Am I feeling fine? Yes, a little bit better with occasional cough but my heart is breaking and I mean breaking like it has never been broken before.
My daughter is sick with the worst stomach bug I have ever encountered in my whole life! She cried the whole night with stomach pain and it pains me so much to have no power to take all her agony away. I don’t mind that I don’t sleep for nights and more nights taking care of her, what’s really depressing is hearing her wail in pain and all I can do is hug her and prevent myself from crying too.