It was a Sunday morning at roughly 4:30 AM. A knock beats on our doors and we awoke. My father had awoken my brother and I to say goodbye to Ba Noi. Today was the day my parents were flying to Viet Nam for a month. Along with them, my father was taking Ba Noi back home. Once arrived, she won't be coming back. I readily awoke and walked diligently down the hallway. I opened the front doors of my small Floridian home and walked outside to see my grandmother. There she was, a frail, old lady. Of course, there was my Uncle, whom had driven Ba Noi to my house. He was to take my parents and Ba Noi to the airport. I saw my dad, we said some things.
When my parents were outside, I said goodbye to my parents. I told my mom I loved her. And I told my dad I loved him. I said goodbye to my grandma. I didn't say I loved her because I don't know how, but I don't think the situation didn't deem it necessary. We grew up never saying it to her. It's just something we didn't do. I don't know if she knows, but we express it to her though. Through visits, hugs, and listening. I gave her a hug before she left too. As we finished parting ways, I went inside. It was now 4:45 AM.
I went inside, and laid down for a bit. After I was sure they were gone, I coughed. An hour and fifteen minutes after my parents left, I was lying in bed when I suddenly notice it. My parents are truly gone. They won't be back for another month. Even though things won't be much different even without them around, I still felt odd. I really miss my parents. I guess it's the attachment to them. Love for my parents. It's interesting. Unique. It's a warm and comfy feeling. Familiar to a feeling that you enjoy when you feel like you're cool.
When I cough, I think of the strangest things following afterwards. I sometimes think of things in different perspectives I've never thought of before. It's strange. And yet I am able to do whatever I want, I never bother to write it down somewhere. But lucky me today, I caught myself blogging! Hehe.. :]
Man, today, I woke up and drove to Brad's to pick up some cough medicine. The gate guard asked my why I was visiting my friend, "A party?"
"No," I told her. "I'm visiting my friend before I go off to school.
"Oh, for college? What school?"
"University of Central Florida," I answered.
"Oh, where's it at?"
"Orlando."
"Oh okay, have fun now."
"Okay, bye ma'am." Finally, she stopped asking questiongs. And I drove off. I lied to her. Brad wasn't going anywhere for school. Neither was I. I was only there to pick up the cough medicine for this terrible cough ache I've got. Brad's stuff does cures.
I went home and coughed three times. Around the third time, I vomited out pure mucus. It was gross. Luckily, I was in the garage. I decided I should stop because I was passing my limit. Cough anymore, vomit a lung. I went inside to lay down, and I fell asleep until Viet came home. Apparently Hai was with him too. Later Richard came over too. Apparently we're all sick with something.
Damn. It's 6:45 AM and I've got work to do today. Also gotta study tonight. Ugh. I bet I'm going to cough later tonight too.. I've been coughing too much. :(
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