Good Friends.

Something terrible involving Dad, a scam and the police happened last week, last Thursday. It had been a hectic few days since then, juggling with the news, ensuring my project’s year-end event was successful on Friday, a really long-ass Saturday and a simple visit to the hospital on Sunday. 

I woke up this morning feeling lagged, but awake and at peace for some reason. 

It had been a pretty long weekend.

Right before leaving work today, I thought to myself….. One thing I've gotten out of the horrible scare on Thursday was knowing I have really good people, good friends, with me. And also realise how much my family means to me.

I always thought I'll be ruthless and rational when it comes to right and wrong, while I cannot deny I was also pissed and disappointed with my Dad, there is a larger part of me that was afraid and worried. That fear was something I have never felt before. That rush of emotions when he texted his apology and explained what happened…… 

I guess this is what love feels like. An emotion that isn't just black or white, right or wrong. An emotion that isn't easily overwritten with rationale.

My Dad never believes in having friends. Unfortunately for him, his friends very often end up seeking his help and asking for money. Thankfully enough, God has blessed me with not only good parents but also planted many many wonderful people and friends around me… 

They didn't judge. Asked how they can help. And frankly, it was just being there for me…. Good enough.