Passing of a good friend

Attending the wake of Molly wasn't easy. I was so affected by her passing that I couldn't sleep on in Cameron or at home, on my own bed. I tossed and turned in the hotel and sleep refused to come until 3am.

I had to lie to Mum, saying that I was accompanying Jun to get curtains at Ikea. I had to get out of the house to prevent myself from sinking into depression. I ended up buying a pair of running shoes. I was on retail therapy. I simply couldn't accept the fact that Molly was gone.

At the wake, I tried so hard to control my tears until my blood pressure went up. Her only regret is not being about the put on a wedding gown. She didn't wear one at her ROM, and she had to postpone her customary wedding twice as her condition got worse. Will I suffer the fate of not being about to walk down aisle and be given away by Dad?

Given my current condition, I might burst a blood vessel if I get too worked up. It's time for a change in my life style. If anything, Molly's passing make me more determined to leave my workplace. It has become as a pressure cooker that I can't bear with it anymore. Whatever it is, health is more important. For, at the end of the day, it's just a job. I'm my parents' daughter. I have a duty towards them, more than the people at work.