have you ever wondered if you've enough time to repay your parents and ensure that they live the rest of their remaining days happily, contented and satisfied? i do. as i held my mum's hair in my hands, i wonder how much time i have left to spend with her. in that moment, it hit me hard that my mum's nothing but a vulnerable woman, yet all these while she's been my stronghold and my lighthouse guiding my every way. and it hurts, fucking much, to know that i've been nothing, but an ultimate failure in life.love is watching someone die.
