I am in Dubai as I write this.
Came here for a short trip together with my cousins, and I fell ill this morning.
Fortunately another cousin and his wife are also here in their home, so I am resting in their guest room, and ate theplas cooked by my Bua (their Mom).
If you look at my water park and cruise plans being ruined for the day, it seems like a negative news.
Or there is a better way to look at it.
That I am loved. In a foreign land too. That there is food made by an elder of my family. And of course, that I can sit in a balcony facing the tallest building in the world and be fine despite a bit of ill health (which should be fine super soon too).
To be loved is the second best thing in the world. Good health always comes first. 😇