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Sunday Ends, Monday Begins

It is almost 10pm Sunday in Lil Red Dot (Singapore). We almost could get out but suddenly a new Covid -19 wave hit us. It is projected that we will hit 5,000 cases this week. So it is back to Work From Home by default till 24 October 21.

Our Ministerial Task Force (MTF) is busy getting us ready to “live with Covid-19” given our high vaccination rate and getting the infected to isolate at home if they meet the criteria to do so.

Step down health care facilities are ramped up for those needing some monitoring for oxygen intake. This frees up ICU for those who need acute care.

As a citizen of lil red dot, what are my thoughts on this flip flopping of opening, then U Turning back to heightened measures?

2 camps:-

One screams lockdown to clamp down on these cases!

Other camp screams – open up and let’s party again like pre Covid-19 days.

I must admit that my worried me screams “lock down” to nip this rising wave but my logical brain that totes up dollars and sense knows that the economy of entrepreneurs need to survive and another lockdown will cause more businesses to shut down.

But people are sick and tired of being cooped up with husbands, wives, extended families – tempers flare and patience wear thin.

They yearn to work outdoors, be with nature!

I do not mind being a victim of work from home. I am comfortable in my own skin, hugging Garfield and having him everywhere I go in my unit.

I do not need to iron work clothes as my ratty t shirts and shorts are good enough for working from home.

I don’t expose self to risks of contracting Covid-19 when compared to working in office, commuting or meeting people.

Pros and cons….which is better?

Frankly, the answer is in each individual’s work style and the gamble they take!

To each their own…our government cannot win it all. Open up? Businesses thrive versus more lives lost, more infections – killing the unvaccinated or vaccinated seniors? These people are the sacrificial lambs – are their lives unimportant at greater than 70 years old and lots are dropping like flies to Covid-19. Imagine living up to more than 90 years old only to have their candle snuffed by this horrid virus!

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Simply Beautiful

A baby asked God, “They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow, but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?”


“Your angel will be waiting for you and will take care of you.”


The child further inquired, “But tell me, here in heaven I don’t have to do anything but sing and smile to be happy.”


God said, “Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you. And you will feel your angel’s love and be very happy.”


Again the child asked, “And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me if I don’t know the language?”

God said, “Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak.”

“And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?”


God said, “Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray.”


“Who will protect me?”


God said, “Your angel will defend you even if it means risking it’s life.”


“But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore.”


God said, “Your angel will always talk to you about Me and will teach you the way to come back to Me, even though I will always be next to you.”


At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from Earth could be heard and the child hurriedly asked, “God, if I am to leave now, please tell me my angel’s name.”


“You will simply call her, ‘Mom.'”

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10 Things Your Dog Would Tell You

A true ode from a dog to its owner…

  1. My life is likely to last 10 to 15 years. Any separation from you will be painful: remember that before you get me.
  2. Give me time to understand what you want of me.
  3. Place your trust in me- it is crucial to my well being.
  4. Do not be angry at me for long, and do not lock me up as punishment.
  5. You have your work, your entertainment,and your friends. I only have you.
  6. Talk to me sometimes. Even if I don’t understands your words, I understand your voice when it is speaking to me.
  7. Be aware that how ever you treat me, I will never forget.
  8. Remember before you hit me that I have teeth that could easily hurt you, but I choose not to bite you because I love you.
  9. Before you scold me for being uncooperative, obstinate, or lazy, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I might not be getting the right food, or I have been out too long, or my heart is getting too old and weak.
  10. Take care of me when I get old; you too will grow old. Go with me on difficult journeys. Never say: “I cannot bear to watch” or “Let it happen in my absence.” Everything is easier for me if you are there, even my death.
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Today’s Natter From Mour, The Not So Wise!

Honestly, I do not have globules of wisdom and most times, just beaver away to get things done. But I recognise that I have a knack of brokering people to get together for mutual business benefits.

Ms Dog is in the dog business….a local dog whisperer of sorts that cater to dogs being taught and trained to do things.

Ms Dog used to be the people business and when I first knew her, she was in an identity crisis, figuring out if she was gay and if her current vocation was what she wanted. Fast forward on, after a failed relationship with a female partner, she married a man and is now a mother of 3 kids and a thriving business centred on dogs.

I have not heard from her in a while and when I texted her, she spoke as if it was like we met yesterday.

She is doing good but she lacked the contacts or business links to connect. So I appeared suddenly and today, I put her in touch with 3 groups of people for her to introduce pet therapy to marginalised or special needs persons.

Next a colleague called me to say her daughter did not do well in the exams and did not qualify to be accepted into the program of choice. I am now helping the daughter by guiding her on alternative routes to take which will result in the end goal of a university degree and for her to intern at a facility that supports her choice of program.

It is nice to help. It is even nicer to know I am useful to help. This is the least I can do to pay forward to kindness I receive. For e.g. Neighbor’s kindness and generosity to take care of my nourishment so that I can focus on work.

Whilst I have been burnt before by helping MR EX, I felt that he is an anomaly. Not all humans are as sickening or difficult as him. Or was I expecting a “return” and because I presumed we were in a “relationship” I expected better from him.

The reverse on MR EX could be, he never took me as one in a relationship with him and as far as he saw it, I could have been just an acquaintance to him, nothing more and that he expected me to help him when he needed help.

Am I beginning to forgive MR EX? Forgiveness is easier said than done but as the months pass, I have an inner peace as he longer hangs around like a harmful virus akin to Covid-19 and perhaps he has become endemic and not a pandemic.

I do want to reach out to MR EX as what I see him as now is with a different pair of eyes. He is pitiful and pathetic to a point. He is always alone and doing things alone. He does not have the love of his bimbo wife who started a church because she claimed God asked her to and she is profiting from it.

2 daughters who are self centred and spoilt rotten; eldest without a career and he trying hard to pivot her as a leader of sorts.

I doubt he has true friends or even know how to differentiate between good and real friends to acquaintances.

Or I maybe wrong and he is as his publicity paints him out to be; a loving husband, a doting father, a successful entrepreneur, a political activist, a public figure we can put him on a pedestal and worship perhaps?

I will continue to help where I can in small ways. I am not in the banding as rich tycoons like the local founder of Secret Lab who created gaming chairs here and made millions!

I am I.

I am a Garfield hugging nitwit.

I am a minion working for Lords.

I am a daughter.

I am simply, I – nothing more, nothing less…..not rich, not a beggar but genuinely wishing I can do more in life than being just I.

Have a happy weekend ahead folks!

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The Perils & Pitfalls Of Romantic Love

I gotta admit that I hate Cupid, the Cherubim. Why! That Cupid has not bothered to fire me any useful arrows of love and instead fired arrows to all sorts of wrong situations.

1st Arrow

Classmate A….we got on famously well and then he went to San Francisco and I went to Oregon, never the twain were we to meet. 2 years of work went into the drain or in our local dialect speak, into the “long kang”

2nd Arrow

Man 1, a starting out business man in fast food. I missed the signals as the corporate ladder was screaming, climb me, like the Venus Flytrap in Little Shop of Horrors screaming, “Feeeeeed me!”

3rd Arrow

Mr Architect….ohh all the wooing and expense he took. I got frightened by his opulence in wealth and gestures! What if he became a bankrupt overnight? How will our lives change? Do I fit to stand next to man in designer togs and me in my worst ratty Garfield T Shirt and worn out shorts with Garfield in tow? Will I fit into the fineries of life with the likes of I M Pei, Frank Llyod Wright or Le Corbusier equivalents? To me, a chair is a chair, what is this Corbu?

4th Arrow

Mr Son Of Somebody…..no drive in life, happy to work 2 days a week as family wealth will suffice. I got bored. I was climbing the corporate ladder and he paled whenever he faded into the background like wallpaper.

5th Arrow

Mr Lawyer was egged by everyone in the office to go chase me. I ignored, it started as quickly as it ended.

6th Arrow

MR EX was like a plague. Hard to eradicate and always around like a nightmare. Business got us together and business wrapped us closer. Lies, deceit, more lies…tiring and despite splitting up and he entering into another marriage, he hovered around like the plague (or to stay relevant, like Covid-19 with its mutant strains) till April 2021 when I fired so many salvos that he dropped me like a hot potato.

I may be wrong but men do not like (men who are reading this, please chime in and correct me if I am wrong) difficult women. They want women to do their bidding, with enough character to be seen as not needy but needy to want them.

Women must be subservient and not talk back, much less challenge them else when they lose, horrors of horrors, they lost to a woman!

It is wrong of me to generalise and or stereo type but in my lack of romantic life, I was told that I was deemed too “powerful” as my worklife circles see me with certain characters that no one will ever meet in their lifetime in person, much less have a meal or sip tea with.

I blast people into smithereens when I find out things go awry at work and I was not kept in the loop and I need to clean up!

Romantic love does not work. It is the good ol stoic love and understanding of love and its characteristics that strengthens or stokes the flame of love.

Why MR EX and I did not work out was simply, there was no love to begin with but the excitement of the hunt by MR EX to try and get me to do his bidding and me just being helpful to his fairy tales of poverty and need to survive that got me tangled into his web of deceit.

So, I gave up on Cupid and am looking at being singleton for the rest of my life on this earth. I will continue to wear ratty T shirts and shorts and lugging Garfield with me, wherever I go.

I am comfortable in my own company, enslaved to work, and knowing that I will grow old, crotchety and lonely in my declining years!

So I envy the married, the divorced (freedom from slavery and bondage) and single group.

Each has its challenges and it is truly, for better or for worst.

Life is not a bed of roses is real as you marry the village that comes with the man and its baggages too!

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Question Of Do We Mourn Loved Ones Or Celebrate Their Lives?

I am admittedly different in thinking as I age. I used to see things as they are and left it at that. It is either black or white, but as I develop in mind maturity, I see grey areas and I also begin to understand that we all have decisions to do what we want and not be dictated by societal norms.

No, I am not asking all to be social deviants or start protesting in a march or making things difficult for others. But I ask for discernment and how to assess things.

I started with the thought of mourning loved ones when they pass. I hate funerals. In my entire life, I have only been to my grandmother’s and that was it. I avoid funerals.

I do not do it out of disrespect for the dead but I asked self, if you value the person when alive, is there a need to show the outside world that you cared for this person?

Funerals – and I do not mean any disrespect to the dead and their families but I find it filled with so much pretense and “show off”

In the chinese culture, a lavish and grand send off tells your families, friends and acquaintances of how rich and good one is in doing the right thing for the dead.

“Right thing?”

Will the final journey of a “right thing” wrong the avoidance, lack of care or daily visits or providing for the dead?

I have seen how families fight at funerals over the expenses. Chinese operas, feasting, gambling of mahjong at wakes or doing show and tell….but in life were horrid to their loved ones.

I am not the best of daughter to my elderly parents. I blast them for not listening to my advice and they get into trouble with health or have a fall or miss medication and feel unwell.

But I do it not out of malice but out of love and prevention is better than cure mindset.

I make the time and effort to take them for their unending medical appointments, queue and get their medications, do what they tell me to do for them.

I cry each time quietly in the night to myself as I know the journey of life will end over time.

I will not see them as I age and I will be all alone in this cold world that Garfield only keeps me warm with his inanimate hugs. Outside of work for keeps, social work and caring for my 2 seniors, I have nothing.

When they undergo surgeries or are hospitalised I am at my sharpest wit to do battle with whatever comes my way.

So, as I mourn them daily, I prefer to celebrate their life when it is time for them to pass.

The longer one lives, the more one will outlive usefulness I feel.

With all my medical ailments, I am already 70 years at age 28 years old. I should have died at the operating table, but unfortunately, I lived.

I have an annual “staycation” at Bates Motel with White Coats and Florence Nightingales. I make friends with the butler who comes to serve me my meals, the chef who cooks it and the CEO who collects my payment.

I have learnt to make the best of things, out of the worst of things.

Life is about living and dying and dying is about living.

One has to live to die and one who dies, have lived.

I prefer to celebrate life, the legacy one leaves behind – the good deeds, the errors of their ways and a perchance meeting in the next life if my karma is not fulfilled and ripened.

In my own mind, I keep telling self this is my last journey and my karma must end as I do not wish to be reborn to go through samsara again. Enough!

I have seen ugliness of family, work bosses, colleagues and how people can be, including lovers or potential spouses.

I chose to be single because I could not find the right Prince Charming as the bugger got lost without GPS and we never met.

I chose to be single because if one has gone through my childhood and life, they will never want to bring another life into this world to go through the same. Government must realise why people do not want kids but prefer furkids. I do not blame couples like these.

I will have no one to mourn me when I am quite dead and gone. But I hope that somewhere, someone may just clink a glass and celebrate my life.

Sometimes, out of the blue people will text me and say they thought of me. I liked that very much, thank you!

So, would you mourn the loss of a loved one or celebrate their life?

No right or wrong answer.

No unfilial deeds.

Just me, being practical and do things within my conscience. I am not one to pretend to wail, beat with my fists to chests and bawl my eyes out only in the presence of others.

I prefer to drop my nightly silent tears as I remember that my parents will not be with me until I die or likely if I go first before them. Hmmmm….

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On Tenterhooks

I am unsure how my bag of bones and meat to boot will react to Pfizer vaccine against Covid as I have multiple drug allergies, known and unknown with anaphylaxis or difficulty breathing. I felt that with Sinovac being allowed now for those with sensitivities against Pfizer or Moderna, I might be better off.

Unfortunately I was misinformed as our Health Science Authority (HSA) has not approved this for mass vaccination as one of the key vaccines as its efficacy against Covid-19 and the B1617.2 variants are not proven (?) – it has a rating of about 50% for current tests.

So our Ministry Of Health (MOH) allows it to be sold by private clinics for those who opt for this “old school” vaccine, using a dead segment of the virus.

I had discussed with my trusty Prof Fong and his views are invaluable to me. I was wrong to think that the Sinovac vaccine “may be better for me” as not enough supporting evidence to show if it may cause allergies too. In his view, the Pfizer vaccine is showing more evidence that anaphylaxis may not the sole cause of reaction from the vaccine as there could be other underlying factors in the person. In terms of effectiveness, Pfizer is registering 95% against the mutant strains too as those who were vaccinated and caught Covid-19 were either asymptomatic or showed mild symptoms without need of oxygen or ICU care.

So I went hmmm…..

I have 2 elderly parents that I have to be there for. By not being vaccinated, I am a threat to them as they are not vaccinated given their medical issues. So, to be smart about it, I have to take the chance and go for it.

Frightened? I am not frightened per se as I feel that if I react adversely to it, then I pray for a swift death. I can only wish for big gasps for breaths like a goldfish out of water and report to either the above or below realms! But nooooo long and lingering death to come hither with tubes everywhere. I have tiny veins for crying out loud and to be hooked up like that is painfully dreadful and it takes time to report the either of the unearthly realms.

I am apprehensive – I know the symptoms are fever, fatigue, swellings, facial palsy or aches and pains. I have alot of aches and pains and on bad days, it is tough. So I am not so much afraid of the aches and pains as I tolerate it well.

Fever and fatigue, I will not like as I need the brain cells and physical structure to haul my bag of bones to move about to get work done.

For those who have taken Covax, I am sure they will tell me, stop being a wussy. It is a non event.

For my sake, I hope I do not have the severe allergies flagged and be carted off to hospital. The zone where I am going for the first dose is within the zone of hospitals that I do not have a lot of faith in as their White Coats are less kind than the ones I am used to at the Singapore General Hospital or Bates Motel.

Ahh well come what may, I have to go through it and live to blog about it.

Anyway….shore up, I am a toughie and will survive this as I am sure, my debt to the earthly realm is not completed yet and karma says I have to clear debts still LOL!

Happy Saturday all!

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All Quiet On The Garfield Front

It has been a tumultuous one and a half weeks for me. It started with Mum taking a spill on the floor face down and decided not to tell me, till accidental discovery by her neighbor.

I hate being caught off guard and discovery at 9pm meant that I will need to camp at the hospital till wee hours of the morning to get her checked out, doing the Xrays and CT Scan of the brain & skull.

Thankfully, in Lil Red Dot, our medical facilities are never shut and she was immediately given X rays and CT Scan. It seems the heightened alert we are now under for Covid-29 Pandemic has deterred many non urgent persons to the A&E.

Yes, it seems that we have drunken sots injured from falling over, bar brawls and or malingerers seeking a medical certificate to avoid going to work on Mondays or Thursdays for a longer weekend.

Good side effect of Covid-19 measures is that with the drinking holes closed, lesser incidents and accidents too. The only death was unfortunately due to a mobility device running over an elderly pedestrian on the side walk. I am one of those who dislike having such devices or contraptions as I call them among people on 2 feet! Gee even 4 paws might get injured as the gig riders or morons out for a speed thrill, throw caution to the wind and cause incidents or accidents. But that is another story for another blog post.

So mum and dad stayed with me, in my pigeon hole since then till last night when I could not tolerate it anymore as both my parents are difficult guests.

Whilst food for each meal was provided with compliments by Neighbor, their daily living needs are a challenge. Mum will refuse to shower in the evenings and with the hot humid climate, she can be stinky poo!

Dad is a pain in hygiene. He will grab whatever cloth hanging in my toilet as use it as a bath towel, despite my telling him that a hand towel is not a bath towel.

There is also the constant argument between he and I on leaving the windows closed when my blinds are down. I have very tall windows and the winds that blow can rip the draw blinds off the holders. It can cause accidents and he might fall out as I am more than 10 floors up!

The constant arguments of my dad being a dirty toilet user as it leaves the next person to clean it up before it can be used.

So after a big fight between mum and I, she threatened to call the taxi to take her home. I knew she was incapable of it as for one, she does not have the number and secondly, she cannot even hear nor tell the cabbie where to get her. But that is mum – full of arrogance and defiance with the attitude of MUST WIN!

I then turned my pearly whites with the biggest smile and told her I the driver, would be delighted to take them both home!

It was such a huge yoke lifted off my shoulders to take them both home as I need not be at their beck and call amidst work needs, cater to their tea breaks, snacks or getting lunch and dinner served.

But a new worry ensues – my never ending worry of them being alone on their own and the next fall that might take her life! This is her fifth spill over the years and each fall is due to her own ignorance and stubbornness to follow safety protocol as her legs are weak.

Life goes on and I can only say to those who are the sole care giver to elderly parents that it is not easy and especially tough when there is no breathing space not respite to take a step back and leave them.

I have to be strong to stay mentally sane and soldier on.

If only parents were able to better co-operate and my snide remark to my parents were – I never gave you this much trouble when I was young. In fact, I ticked my dad off as he never liked me as a daughter – I am the pariah of the family. I was left for dead in hospital when I suffered the car accident and had to undergo spinal surgery and neither he nor the glorious bunch of siblings I have bothered to see me then. Only my mum did.

So, whilst I can payback to my mum, I sometimes selfishly feel that why should I care for my dad when he never treated me as a daughter, like how he worships the eldest and the youngest child. Ironically, both decided to abandon them and do not see it as their duty to care for them.

Beauty of “families” – it never ends and my saga continues till either I or they leave the earthly realm. Life goes on!

Onward ho!

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Sunday ….Sharing My Saturday Night Adventure

It seems my mum had a fall on Friday and kept quiet about it till her neighbor, Ms Nurse, popped by to see her.

This is her 5th fall over the last 4 years; the previous falls were due to her climbing up on stools when her legs are too weak.

Mum needs to listen but does not!

Ms Nurse and her brother are very kind folks and help keep physical eye over my parents as I live half an hour’s drive from them.

So at almost 9pm, I was zooming away to take my mum to A&E. I was worried about the heightened Covid-19 situation but I understood the bigger risks of not doing X rays and CT scan of the brain as she fell face down at home, in her bedroom. Thankfully the floor is carpeted.

She was a sight! Purplish red face with bruises on entire face, thighs and shin. Given she is on blood thinners, the A&E doctor was worried and explained need for stay in.

She ordered a CT scan and several Xrays and I explained to doc let’s wait before deciding on admission.

By midnight, the verdict was no microbleeds and all is good.

I spoke to the doc in charge at A&E, Dr Amma. He is an icon at A&E and I keep meeting him at A&E for my own ailments and my mum or dad issues. He agreed the risk of Covid is high and he agreed that my mum is good for home.

By 1.30am my mum was home with me. I managed to rummage a mug of milo and nestum for her and some walnut and blackberry toast to go with it.

Fed, I made up her bed and told her to rest. By time I dozed off, it was 3pm. I was worried and slept with one ear open, hearing every noise or movement she made.

Sunday, I managed to get my dad over too. So, both oldies but goodies are with me and my shoulders are heavy again as I tackle work from home, cater to their meals, laundry etc.

Thankfully Neighbor stepped up and is now cooking full meals for my parents and me for this week. She knew how stressed I am at work and felt that she can help me with meals.

I am grateful for neighbors during the Covid-19 pandemic.

I am glad my mum is ok but she must obey safety rules else next time it may cost her, bigger issues.

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Ending A Gruelling Day After A 2 Hours With The Board Lords & Wishing All Buddhists, Holy Vesak Day!

Good lordy lord! I have a long title and I do apologise for it!

Today is the day that I had to stand in for Eunuch who said that his mother was critically ill in ICU. He did not want to elaborate, despite my asking after him and so, I let it be.

Eunuch was supposed to face the Board Lords. I, as a minion, several rungs below the Lords of Minions was suddenly knighted in the wink of an eye to take over his role and do the job of explaining my department’s work to the Board Lords.

Okok….I did the slides and Eunuch was supposed to be my mouth piece and suddenly, I have to be both Minion and Mouthpiece.

I dreaded it. I waited like a cat on a hot tin roof for my turn on virtual platform and finally I was summoned before the Board Lords.

I zipped through the deck and was belted left, right and center. But the good part was that the Board Lords knew of my constraints on manpower resources and stated that Monkey Lord, Eunuch and all others in this so called Lordship roles must take the task and do it. I, as a minion, is a mere facilitator!

I felt good hearing that. As to if I passed the session, left to be seen!

I am operationally fighting “fires” daily and yet, I am supposed to be a strategist too. I know that Eunuch delegates all his work to me and I just get it done without asking because I am too tired to ask after that nasty encounter I had with him when I was stressed down with my Mum’s low blood pressure and trying to do all of Eunuch’s work on a weekend.

I was sorely affect when he threatened me on that Sunday evening when I told him I was tired and stressed with the amount of work pushed my way. He said and I quote, “I can make it very difficult for you! “

I was taken aback as I have bent over backwards to give him the glorified state of works done without hiccups and now that my mum was unwell, I cannot be given leeway.

It is strange how karma turns around threw him a curve ball immediately after this incident. I do not wish for karma to befall him, but it is weirdly strange that suddenly his mother fell “ill” and it is so ill to be in ICU.

Or he was trying to wriggle out of this difficult meeting as he did not feel comfortable presenting the work he is unsure about and cooked up a story so that he can be excused?

All in all, I do not wish for his mother to be ill and sincerely hope she is ok. Regardless, for whatever her son does or did, I let it go.

Life is already tough enough and no ones needs to make it ” harder” on anyone as everyone is earning for that bowl of rice as we Asians say it. One must not put salt into anyone’s bowl of rice.

I end this post with a sincere and heartfelt wish for my Buddhist friends – Have a holy and blessed Vesak Day!

On my part, I will have to learn forgiveness and hope that Eunuch learns compassion and empathy to console one when one is down, out or stressed from family commitments. He should never tick me off and say, family is none of his concern. Afterall, where is the care for me, as his staff?

I did not want to emulate him and when he said his mother “is critically ill” – as a minion of people, I enquired after his mother and gave words of consolation, encouragement that his mother will be ok real soon.

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