I dread nights like these. Woke up from a dream of my mom retching, mixture of phlegm and blood spew out from her throat onto the sofa. My mind has mixed up the illness of my late father with my late mother's. But either way

This article was written on 15th September 2020 at 4:13pm, I left it in draft all these times and thought I'd publish it. "A few days ago I learnt that an old, let call him an acquaintance, has passed. Even though we had more