Well , Today I burst on life is precious! From years to years , we studied that we should value our life , bla bla bla .. Yea, I admit that when I writing essay , those sentences appears and wrote down perfectly . But, when it came into your true life, U cant admit that, You are feel sorry and fear of something. U don't know what the hell you afraid of , maybe u worry about ur parent or grandparent.

I was right stood on Fatimah CCU room 2 hours ago. The same situation , the same room , the same felling . I stood on there, accepting the another neighbour’s death . My mom was afraid and she stood out of the CCU room and her eyes painted red . She kept asking us to go in and asked us to see him . After 5 mins , he came in , And I was deliberating about the CRO while My dad was standing beside me . My mom leaned against the door , and tears drops down from her eye . I knew what she actually feeling . She is afraid of dead .

Last year , Ah B’s mom dead , I standing outside of the room . Now, I am watching another person to die again . Life really is not in our hand , We are not god .Let’s appreciate any one beside us because u never know when they will leave you .