Cold. Just cold. Don't know why. Even under the sweater, it's cold. My fingers, my feet, just cold.
Don't know if Mer's feeling cold, don't know if Karen and Moo are feeling cold, don't know if Hans and Ma are cold...........
Praying so hard that they're not.
Hoping so hard that they're not.

Then, I check my smses.

Don't worry too
much, u will
survive uni n
come thru with
flying colours

Sender:
MOM'S HP
+6596612048

The ice melts, and the warm tears flow.