There are certain circumstances that stop us for a moment. The turning of the world just stops. You drop everything.
I was happy because my books sold out at a certain culture-related symposium days ago. But I can't dwell too much on top of the wave because of a call from home. My daughter is sick. My daughter, to whom I wrote the book, is sick. No time to waste. I went home in the middle of a Thai dinner.
So there I was. For two nights, I stayed awake monitoring the progress of my daughter's health. I've never prayed so much in my life than when it comes to the welfare of my little family. Three cups of coffee. Signing more books, sticking "autographed by the author" stickers while my daughter slept. Good thing, her fever broke in less than 24 hours. She's fine now. Whew.
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