When I was at the age of eleven, my Mom was in bedridden for a month due to Type 2 Diabetes. With this circumstances, I may even know what life is. As I said,
" Life is too short to be wasted by regrets".
Seeing her without gracefulness is not what I used to see her as before. I felt pity and yet I sympathized her that sometimes she made me feel as if everything is completely fine to her.
I feel the pain but I need to hide. I should make everything is worthwhile because I know that God will call her anytime. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I kissed her goodnight.
The pain goes on as the days goes by. Everyday is a new day and a new endeavour for me because I really hate looking at her in pained. Then I come up with this Idea that I should be positive maybe God has a purpose and plan for her.
*LOVE
*CARE
*SACRIFICE
*PATIENCE
*HOPE
*KINDNESS
*ACCEPTANCE
With her last breathe I have said, Mom I love You and Thank you.
"There are little things that truly makes you happy"
That I would spent my life loving her maybe not in flesh but in my memory and in my heart forever and beyond.
