To show that you're care

Been sick and bedridden. I felt so alone confined in a four wall room. Mom's been calling asking how I've been. And I feel like going home for nowhere in this world would ever feel home but under her care. And Dad's. and with my brother and sisters around me. I miss them terribly.

I hate being sick for it makes me succumb to reality that I'm helpless. I used to believe that I'm a capable person, that I'm so independent and of course, I can live on my own. But situation like this proves me wrong. That yes, I need help. I need people to tend me.

Being sick myself reminds me of my ignorance. How many people around me who have fallen sick but I never pay them a visit?

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I don't feel like going to class yet, but I don't want to miss more lessons.

-Miss B-