Today, while watching The Proposal (oh hush, it’s hilarious, and Ryan Reynolds is SO HOT), it struck me. I finally realised why I’m so scared of being alone.

Nona, my grandmother, was diagnosed with breast cancer recently. She’s 87, and has had a long and happy life, besides being chronically¬†asthmatic, so the drama was minimal. She had surgery this morning. She’s fine.

But what if she wasn’t? Today, the Dragon is here; who will be here tomorrow? Amma? What if Amma is sick? Who is going to help me be strong when my world comes crashing down, if that person is always a parent?