11 years on
[This entry is more of a reflection on my part. You can skip over it if you think it's too long & wordy!] Just yesterday, it dawned on me that it has been about 11 years since my mother and I got knocked down by a van just outside our previous house. We were trying to cross the road to get a cab when, before we had any inkling of what hit us, we got into the accident. I have a very scratchy memory of what exactly happened. I kinda remember my mum cradling me and there was blood on the road. The next thing I remember was I was being wheeled somewhere in the hospital. After that, the next thing I remember was that I found myself in a hospital room. From my parents, I have since learnt a bit more about what happened that day. When we got knocked down, my mum was flung quite a distance. It's a miracle she wasn't harmed even more seriously. She had to get stitches, but didn't even need to be hospitalised. As for me, the ambulance came and took me to the nearest hospital,...