Folks Growing Old

Sigh.  My folks are really growing old.  Of late, one news of illness after another.  My heart is heavy that I am not with them when what they really need is someone to be with them in times of uncertainty, in times when doctor tells them they are unwell.

At the moment, I am with poor pa in the hospital in KL.  I think much as he says I needn't have come, so troublesome, I should look after the kids, I can see in his eyes that he is happy I am around, relieved even.

And I guess a daughter's care is never the same as a son's.  It is just how we are wired.  That's why mothers are generally perceived the best care givers.