I look at the paper in my hand, dreading the news it brought. Next week, I was going camping. Camping was not an issue for me, but for my terrible aunt, it would be a serious disaster. I reached home and opened the door, waiting for the first batch of orders. Surprisingly, there was none. I peeked round cautiously and found my aunt sleeping. I didn't know whether to be happy or not. I was almost very sure that she was going to be in a beastly temper when she woke up.
Later in the afternoon. My aunt still isn't waking up. I start to go nearer to her, hardly daring to breathe, and start to check her breathing and pulse. I noticed she was having difficulty breathing. She also had a rather weak pulse. I try to wake her up. Shaking , calling her name dosn't work. I panic. Fingers trembling, I call the emergency line.
"Hello, this the emergency hotline, how may I help you?"
Hours later. Sitting in the hospital corridor, waiting for the doctor's test result. Staring at the seemingly endless corridors. Watching nurses bustle about.
Some more hours pass. I yawn absentmindly. A passing nurse sees me and says, " Oh dearie, you must be so tired, waiting for your aunt's test results. Why don't I bring you some supper?"
Within minutes, the nurse returns, this time carrying a tray which was piled with food. I quickly finish the food as if it is the last meal I would eat. How fittingly that it was the last meal I had ever ate...