Room with a Window

They moved my mum to an isolated room (they call it). There are two isolated rooms in the ICU. The others are open space.

This room has a window. This window overlooks the corridor. This corridor is where myself, my dad and the kids 'hang out'. Loyally waiting for my mum.

You know Haziq couldn't see his nenek right. SO i thought of drawing the curtains a bit and my dad to lift Haziq (the window is quite high even for adult) so he can peep at his nenek from there.

And that's what we did. So he finally get to see his nenek. Even from the backview.

He said it's not like how he imagine. I asked, "So what did you imagine?"

He thought that there would be one bed and nenek wuld be there tucked comfortably in a blanket, sleeping.

Ah Haziq. Even though you think the doctor should have turn the bed so that you can see her, it's probably hard for you if you can see her. So many wires, some leaving fresh wounds. But if they do allow, I'd probably show you anyway, because I want to show you, that love is unconditional. No matter what state we are in, love is there. I am willing to kiss her lips anytime.

I asked him, "So what did you see?"

He saw machines all around her. I told him, "Nenek is very very sick. Not like before this time. Those machines are all her medicines. You can help her though."

Haziq is always willing to help. "How?" he asked.

Pray for her. Special prayers for her after your prayers. Recite Fatehah whenever you can for her (Is this right? I don't know actually. To ask him to recite Yassin can take ages. *hangs head in shame*)

He recited Fatehah. Many times.

That's nenek's first grandchild for you.

Eh kalau period nak baca apa eh? Tensionnya. I feel so lost!