This past week I was almost bedridden due to stomach bug.
My BIL, who is like a brother to me, is also our self-designated family doctor. He has worked alongside doctors for a long time, before starting his company which he runs now.
So for every single day for the last four days, he would message me and call me at least once, ask how I was doing, and also suggest the next course of action.
Man, it felt so good to have someone from family call you, especially because a part of me was once frustrated with my sister (his wife) for never looking out for me.
It reminds me of the wonderful quote by Franz Kafka:
“Every thing you love is very likely to be lost, but in the end, love will return in a different way.”
It’s a small thing I know, but it’s a big thing too I know.
