the home seems to be much more adjusted now. mama's practically tantrum-free (okay maybe once a day. today she suddenly scolded me for losing her IC. of course i didn't. like ???) and i'm getting good at this elderly care stuff. like pretty good. ;)

mom: "now you have a new lifeskill, one that kids seldom have nowadays."

ag: "it's not a skill i hope to use too often, mom. like ever. it's not like being able to bake up a cake or sew a dress. this involves... poo. it's one of those 'skills' you use when the responsibility is thrust at you. when you don't have much of a choice, either literally due to financial constraint, or metaphorically because your conscience won't allow otherwise. that's why i'm using this 'skill' now.

*pauses and gasps for air*

but i know i won't regret it."

mom: *smiles because agnes is so lor sor.*

the thousand turns ritual has begun and i know i'm dead cos tomorrow i have to wake up early to prep the mama for her dialysis.

i have just been commanded by mama to apply analgesic on her arm. bye bye.