Number 23.
It’s definitely not my age although the number is reversed! But, this is my waiting number at a hospital i am at. While I was complaining inside my head about waiting three hours for the doctor appointment, then I turned around and saw an older uncle who wears a mask and sitting in a wheelchair. His eyes are so sad and he seems to lose in his thought. I wish I could give him a hug to comfort him but I cannot do that in my culture. Yet, he has a younger companion and he would be better than me right? Or maybe he looks at me in a pity way that I am But instead I’m so calm and I don’t feel scared this time coming to hospital alone anymore. Is it being mature that what they have been called? I have packed my essentials and clothes and ready to stay hospital a few if I am required to do surgery. Luckily, I’m okay but they discovered Sth else! And I’m scared. I come to realize that I should just live my life as if I only have five years to live or...