Dear Diary,

Dear Diary,

Life has not really being going on well because I get a lot of homework but my best friend’s father’s current situation has just become depressing. I can’t question, reason or make decisions on several matters. He just lies flat on his sick bed, at home. He is helpless, has needles stuck on to his arm and tubes running through his nose. Only these keep him alive and with hope that maybe, just maybe he will be up and about again. This makes me feel sorry for my dear friend Viraf.

       Viraf is obviously disturbed by his father’s situation and is need of my constant support and companionship. I wish I would have a permanent solution to his sorrow which of course is to stimulate a recovery process restoring his father’s state of normalcy. I regret my previous sentiments of calling him a cry baby upon his concern over his father’s unpredictable health. This was quite mean of me and I promise to be careful with what I speak, because words hurt and linger in memory for long.

      Focusing on my friend’s circumstances has tended to reduce the magnitude of a situation of my own - my father. His unemployment situation has grayed his hair prematurely. He is tense all the time, always wondering what to do. He blames himself for not being able to give the best to his family and is usually lost in newspapers with hope that he might fight relevancy, to contribute effectively to our satisfaction.

      Lately, he has been so much engraved in a state of deep thought to the extent that at times he appears to lose grip, gradually skidding towards a state of hopelessness. I really miss the days that everything used to be so fine, I wish I could do something. What a mess!

                                                                    

By: Diyaa Ramchandani