Reached Hong Kong safely.

Its too late, he left.

In fact, he left an hour after my arranged landing time. If I've caught the arranged flight at 6.50am, I would have reached at 10.20am. 30 minutes to hospital, timing would be perfect.

The world doesn't revolves around me. Or him. The plane won't go faster just because he's dying. Jetstar won't reopen the counter just because I need to board the plane.

I slept well last night. Had my breakfast this morning. Nothing changed.