Today.
Lydia, my baby sister,
fell sick.
ran a high fever of 39.4
honestly,
i was really worried.
really scared.
i did all i could,
cool her down with a cold towel,
fed her paracetamol,
made her dried scallop porridge,
(which mummy was like
"wha...so hao ming.." - good life.)
told her i couldn't find the right piece of meat.
and i couldn't wait for it to thaw,
so scallop it was.

dengue was suspected.
i ain't sure.
gona monitor her till tomorrow,
if the heat persist,
"doctor, here we come!"
she managed a laugh when she tried to lie down,
and the thermometer fell out of her armpit,
and into her shirt.
she was laughing and searching for the therm at the same time.

as she lay to sleep,
i looked at her...
my heart cringed.
it's just a fever,
yet i felt so much.
guess my baby sister really matter more to me than i really knew.

Father,
i pray that baby will recover under Your healing hands,
because the med fees will be an additional burden to the family.
so i pray with my lil faith,
and i'll put my trust in You.
In Jesus' mighty name,
Amen.