18th September, 2004

8:00 am - I'm sleeping.

9:00 am - The phone rings.

I hear my dad crying on the phone. He tells me that my uncle is no more.

18th September, 2005

3:00 am - I'm trying to complete my assignments, often distracted by fond nostalgic memories of my uncle.

4:00 am - The phone rings. I hear my aunt crying on the phone. She tells me that my dad is no more.

The irony of coincidence? Or the sadism of destiny? I don't know. All I know is that I'm in pain. A lot of pain. Just like when a wound that has not even begun to heal yet has been hurt again. And I'm not sure how much more this heart can take. Nothing makes sense. But then again, I'm left with nothing.