The weather is wet outside and the sky is gloomy, almost describing the feelings of many around me. As I sit here through this memorial, a thousand and one thoughts run through my mind. This is the final time I will see the lady who saved my life. I can’t help but to go back to the years when I first met her.
I was a Form 1 student who excelled in my UPSR examinations and got myself enrolled into an elite school. I was a happy child who loved life because life treated me well, until one fateful day, when everything changed. A knock on the door by the police informed us that my father was hit by a car and had been sent to the emergency ward. My family and I were shocked by the visit and made our way to the hospital as soon as we could. All we heard from the doctor was “I am sorry, Mrs Michael, we have done our best but I am afraid Mr Michael will be paralysed waist down”
It felt like the sky came crashing down on my family. My mother did not have time to wallow in self-pity. She pulled herself together and started to take up two jobs a day. Being the eldest, I was expected to care for my two younger siblings and my father after school daily. The atmosphere at home was stressful. The smile on everyone’s faces faded. Home was a cold and dark place that lost its warmth and meaning to me. Instead of helping out I chose to run away from reality. I started to hate life. I hated my family. I hated them for not being able to give me what my friends had.
I started to waste my time with bad company, loitering in the shopping complex and cyber cafes. At the age of 13, I had my first stick of cigarette. It was as if I did not know what to do with my life and while my mother began to see the change in me and tried to pull me back to the right track, I chose to rebel.
As expected, when As expected, i had fallen behind so much in studies that the next year i found myself in the last class. One day, i...