Today I managed to talk to mum for abit in the morning and ask her how she is. She takes taxi back and forth now everytime she goes for dialysis, which makes me sad.

I forget this every day and everytime she pisses me off but I think despite whatever she is like, she is the bravest and strongest woman that I’ve ever met.

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