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Can't believe in the end I'm back to square with a blog. Have opened and reopened a couple and lastly I reopen one again.

But this time, it will be private. Highly, super duper private. Just want somewhere that I can express my feelings. Don't need people to understand me. Just wanna voice out.

Got home and not long later, I received a msg from my sis asking me if mum has shared anything with me yet? Straight away I got an uncanny feeling: my brother, Damian. The court session today didn't turn out well. It must be.

I started to feel uneasy and afraid... Bomb my sis's phone. And finally can't wait, I went to ask mum... Damian won't be coming home...

Realized that human takes things for granted. Do we actually understand the meaning of treasuring the things you hold in the present?

Am terribly upset with myself for not remembering this point. Will we get another chance?