It was pretty awful when you listened to someone’s problem, and even you wanted to help more, you just can’t do it. I was in that situation before and I thought I will turn into pieces, I feel like my hope is so thin yet the only thing I clung to before, was my daughter. I had mentioned here about that driver from last week, his son was diagnosed to a dengue fever and he doesn’t have that much money for the payment for blood donation, a person from the ward his son was into even gave him money to buy his son Durian since it has been told it can help to get back the platelet to its normal count. When he went to the Durian store, his money was not enough, I know he desperately needed some help so I gave him extra, it was not much though but at least I was able to help.
Anyway, that was not the mere concern why I am writing about that taxi driver again.
When I arrived at the pool yesterday, my friend told me about a kid died in dengue fever, and she thought that it was possibly the son of that taxi driver I was telling them. We are not sure yet though, the news doesn’t have enough information, they just said the age of the child and the hospital, which was more likely the hospital that the taxi driver’s son was admitted but they did not said anything about the father at all or whatever he does for a living. Yet, I am afraid he was the same child, I hope it was not him