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It’s been a week since we were all confined at home for covid 19. I suppose writing about it is important because we may have forgotten everything that we endure once everything is over. It is unfair for us to forget too easily.

This few weeks would be our battleground against ourselves. We need to be at home for quite a number of days. with nobody but our loved ones. Some may have to stay alone, others have to be confined in the hostel while our saviours, the ones that we called the front liners are fighting for us at the hospitals and on the road.

The days seems long and the night feels cold and lonely. We as social animals feel trapped in this situation. Working from home seems to be alien to some... Working while fulfilling the duty as a mother, is definitely not easy. One has to be able to prioritise on their responsibilities. To the job that feeds the family or to the family that needs feeding.

Other than that, many are challenged with the lost of income, lost of jobs even. And to make things worse, they could not find another job at this moment.

Some may see this situation as a punishment from God. Others may see it as a wake up call. Maybe we've been too busy with ourselves that we have forgotten to stop and laugh with our children. Maybe it's been a long time since we sit next to our loved ones and just talk... Maybe we have forgotten that there are many skills that we may have neglected all this while (skills like cooking, baking, sewing and gardening).

In this challenging moment let us just stop and be thankful. be thankful that we still have our loved ones even if they are not with us, we can still hear their voices on the phone, or their faces on videos, or even reading their stories online. Be thankful for the roof that we have on our head and the food and clothing that we have. Be thankful for the people who work their hardest to ensure we could live our lives safe and sound. Be thankful for the peacefulness of our nation and the stability on our political front. For if we are not being thankful for what we have, we will be whining like a selfish little brat that we used to be at all time.


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