I was upset because they were 45minutes late. That’s always the case. Despite telling them off each time they’re late, they still compulsively do it. I was not happy seeing them just now.
Suddenly, with husky voice, my patient (a young boy), asked “Auntie, are you tired?”
I turned red. I didn’t know how to answer. My mood changed just like how bipolar people switch.
He was a boy I’ve been ‘seeing’ for almost 6years and he knows….
I only managed to reply in my mind…’YES!I am.’
Hays…He’ll go far….I know it! =D