After almost a month and a half, my grandparents are coming back from Madinah (actually, not sure their whereabouts as of now) this January 8th.
I miss them dearly.
And also the fact that they promised me over the phone of a little something.
HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY (!)
My dad is still in the hospital. Was expecting him to come back but apparently according to my mum, this afternoon, he's temperature rose drastically and he was so cold, to the level of shivering til the hospital bed shook. So he had to stay one more night. That totals up to, 4 nights to date. Hope he gets better.
Mum says he asked her what I want for the 7A's present (which honestly I feel so uncomfortable accepting). Giddy, yes. But uncomfortable. I'd feel a whole lot better if I did get 8A's.
I HAVE ALOT OF THINGS THAT I WANT !
Ok, that came out of nowhere.