Thanks to the encouragement from my fellow bloggers and concerned friends, I’m feeling much much better now. The elusive SD card is still missing, unfortunately. But somehow, the reality is becoming slightly easier to be acknowledged and accepted. Everyone in my family had been so ready to help out yesterday, that it made me realize I do so often take them for granted. If it was my sis who had been in my shoes, I really do wonder if I would have been as supportive and concerned as her. Makes me feel quite guilty man!

My colleague cried today, when I confirmed that I could not find the card. As I’ve mentioned yesterday, I could only apologise, apologise and apologise. I couldn’t think of anything else I could do to lessen her loss and pain. Fortunately, some of my other colleagues were nearby, and they all helped to console and 开导 her at the same time.

Strangely, it seemed to me that my colleague was more upset about what her mother’s reaction would be, rather than the actual loss of her states photos. She appeared really fearful of her mum’s possible outburst, and it makes me wonder what she would actually do to my colleague upon hearing the news? Sounds quite scary. I volunteered to accompany her home to break the news to her mother, so that if her mum does 大发雷霆, I’m there to 分担 some of it too. It seems fair this way, cos the entire fault lies with me, and it’s really unfair my colleague should be blamed just because she was gullible enough to believe that I could help her burn the photos in the first place.

Not that I want to comment, but it made me feel slightly sad that my colleague could be still so afraid of how her mum treats her, even when she’s already in her late 20s. I guess some parents just have that kind of hold on their kids, no matter how old they may be. It’s true that even now, I sometimes still feel that I need to seek the approval of my mother before I do certain stuffs, but I don’t think I had ever dreaded so violently or fearfully, like my colleague, to tell my mum anything. At least, I darn well hope not ever! And it also makes me wonder if my colleague’s mum knows how scary she is to her very own daughter? What would her reaction be if she knew?