I was on my way to work this morning.
Half awake, thinking about all that happened over the past 10 days.
Saw the few pictures with Dennis, and realized that how thankful I was for his presence towards the last 2 days.
His presence had made the whole trip a bit better, especially when I am almost on the verge of as good as travelling alone.
And that thought, just bloomed.
No one is obligated to take care of me, only I myself is responsible.
The silliest thing is to rely on others.
I thought about how he caught the cockroach when I freaked out at the restaurant; and how cold was the others in the house even though I told them that I was really having a phobia towards that "little black thing"; but they'd rather talked and played games than to chase it away.
I thought about how he walked down the streets with me; when they cabbing is a daily norm for them.
If it wasn't this trip, I would never know how blessed I was.
That also reveal how vulnerable I could be.
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I know it.
Just that all along I have decided to ignore it.
It is a wake up call I supposed.
Time to wake up and face it too on top of this moment of gratitude and appreciation.
