Chap 2
I feel the heat in my face, so I open my eyes to figure out what is it, and it is the sunlight, the sun is rising again for me.
I look around and I feel disappointed because I'm not in the place where I want to be.
I'm not in my room, I said to myself. Every time I wakes up I always wish that as I open my eyes I'm in my room sleeping like a holiday. Where I can feel that I'm normal, that I'm not sick.
Should I be thankful that I am able to wake up and have another day? Or should I not be because it means this is another day for me to stay in this room and keep on reminding me that I am sick.
I lift my left hand to cover my face from the sunlight.
" Emy? "
I asked to the person who open the curtain in my room. I don't clearly see the person because of the light.
" oh' good your awake Nancy " she smilingly says.
I don't know why I'm disappointed if I know my prediction is right.
Maybe because I'm expecting someone and will say " oh' this is not Emy "
" yeah " I said. In my tone I feel like disappointed.
" how's your sleep'?" She asks.
She's now preparing my breakfast.
" its fine "
I'm in the table now and just like the other day my breakfast is one cup of rice, one slice of meat, a water, and a vege salad.
Everyday this is my meal. I thought a weak and sick people should eat a lot to gain more vitamins and gain energy.
But I think my perceptions are wrong.
" by the way your mom will not visit this day but she said maybe she will drop by this afternoon "
" okay " I boringly said.
She's talking about something but I'm not paying attention.
" I'm done "
I said. And she then gets the plates and put it in the dishwasher place.
" you want to go out?"
It would be good news if what she means of "go out" is freeing myself to go outside the city and live again just how I use to be before, but unfortunately that's not what she means.
But other than going out of this room, though it also means that for a few hrs. I will be leaving this room but not the fact that I'm still inside this fence. The fence where sick people stay.
" okay "
She then gets the wheelchair for me. I'm not a poor walking lady or a disabled person who don't know how to walk. I'm using a wheelchair so I could go to the place I want to go in a safe way and to avoid conflict.
As I sit down. She then push it and open the door.
As I go out to my room I see different sick people in the hallway.
I see different patients suffering like me. Experiencing the same experience, I have. Like me? They also want to be free in this place.
On our way I saw a little girl crying.
" stop " I said.
" why? You feel something wrong? "
" no, bring me to that girl " I said.
