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The bell, the cough and the oxygen cylinder....

It's another sorrowful day! 
A new misery, an emptiness...
All I can see is darkness wrapped in a shawl of grief and hollowness...
What kind of a day it is? 
When I didn't get to see your face... 
When I couldn't ask you if you had your medicines...
When I'm not looking at the oxygen cylinder to check if you're getting enough supply...
When I didn't get to come closer to you to hear what you're saying...
When I didn't get to check your feet if they are still swollen...
When I didn't ask you if you need Strepsils for your cough...
What kind of a day it is? 
The day that changed everything...
The day where I couldn't hear your bell to check if you need anything...
The day when no one asked me if I had my breakfast...
The day when nobody asked me why am I still working when it's 6pm...
Daddy Jan, everything has changed!
There is an incessant bereavement. 
The house feels like a barren land... 
A silent graveyard...
Ring the bell one last time, Daddy Jan...
Ask me to check your oxygen levels...
Tell me to get your wheelchair...
One last time...
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