Just when I'm calling for joy that all my midterms are finally over, my mum is sick. Luckily the doctor claimed that it's nothing life threatening.

I watched over her throughout the night. Just like how she used to watch over me during my asthma and migraine attacks last time. After going through twenty two years of my life, I've finally began to see the effort parents put in in bringing up their children. As a chain reaction, I thought it's now my turn to do something for them.

If anything happens at home, the very minimum I can do is to stay calm.

Just when I'm feeling down over my mum's health, stressed over the work I've to catch up, helpless over the fact that I can't find anyone to help, I'm glad I've friends who showered concern. And like all other times when I felt helpless and depressed, I'm compensated with good grades for both my math mid terms. It gives me a strength to carry on.

I can continue to assure my parents that I'll make them more and more proud of me and that I can be a good daughter at the same time. Hopefully, these would compensate all they had lost over the years.

On a lighter note, I talked to Mr. Potter! No, he came to talk to me! Ahhhh... Because he doesn't talk to other girls, so it gives me the feeling that I'm more privileged. Lame. Haha. And he remembers my name. And he pronounced it correctly. :) I'll better not go overboard, else people will start calling me Ginny. That's Ron's sister. She idolizes Harry Potter. Ron! Yet to find Ron. I want a friend like Ron. Ron!

Don't you think Ron is cuter?

Fine. I haven't found anyone who agrees.