"She's getting weaker by the day."
Quote unquote...a comment from my dad.
She went to bed at 8pm. Heading to bed earlier and earlier nowadays...
She spent the next hour muttering to herself on the bed...and singing and humming..
Perhaps some old long forgotten melody form her younger days...I dunno...
Curled up on her side, both hands clasped beneath her head, palm to palm.
But it was eerie...it was sad...it was worrying...
Occassionally, her mutterings and hummings will be interrupted by her coughing...
But she'll resume afterwards...
In a way..I feel for the maid too..cos she sleeps in the same room as Granny...
Sometimes, according to her..in the middle of the night..Granny will start muttering too..whether she's awake, semi conscious of purely dreaming...she doesn't know though...
Before she went to bed, Gran was huffing and puffing...complained that her back ached...
The horoscope hails true...it said to take extra caution for those Monkeys with old folks at home...
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