Just as i was feeling happy that we had finally completed all the cases for the day, i read a sms message from my mum," your dad has fallen down from the rooftop." My heart just sank deep into "god knows where". My mind was processing on the possible height he would have fallen from. To keep me from guessing, i just called my mum immediately as by the time i read the sms, it was already one hour later. Yes , i know but i dun carry my handphone when i was at work. My mum informed me that he was on his way home, only hurt his wrist and had fallen from about one storey height. However, my parents were famous of their high pain tolerance level. It was often so good that serious injury could appear like no injury at all. But he could still drive, that sounds a bit more convincing. As usual, my mum appears pretty calm and asked me to carry on with my dinner appointment while she waited for my dad to come home so that she could examine the wounds before asking me come back home. So i waited and waited, decided to call back. No one picked up the phone.....

The next natural thing to do was to inform my elder brother about the incident hoping that he would be home to take care of the situation. Apparently, my mum never informed him about it. As a result, i got a earful for informing my elder brother about it. So sad right..... After assurance that everything was under control, i continued with my dinner and went back straight to check my dad's injury. He landed on his butt and surprisingly there was no visible gross injury except for blue black on his calcaneum areas for both feet and right hand's scaphoid area. As expected, he refused to go to hospital or clinic to check out if there's any other hidden injuries. He insisted that he was alright. However, his feet appears slightly swollen. He still claimed that there was nothing to worry about. Keeping my fingers crossed about. Hopefully , he was really alright after the fall.