"How's my voice?"
I was still in dreamland, recuperating from watching Ironman from 12am - 2am on Labour Day morning. And was feeling blurry and sensing that my mother opened my door, and started to off the air-con and open all the windows.
Maybe it was the heat that did that. Thought i heard distinctively that my mother opened her mouth and made a sound, which she shouldn't be for 2 weeks.
Instintively, i opened my eyes, stunned at what i'm hearing.
My mummy actually spoke - 1 week after the nodule operation! Whoa!
Mummy had gone for a specialist check up on Wed, and Dr Garfield praised her for being a δΉ– patient. Of course! My mother didn't speak for 1 whole week, only ate porridge, wrote a lot (since she liked to talk quite a bit). I guess her fingers are quite tired.
Though she can speak, she's still nursing a sore throat, so she's refraining from speaking unless necessary.
Praise GOD! Speedy speedy recovery! =)
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