My mother.
As my mother was talking to me, I felt compelled to hug her.
I try to spend time with her. Tell her to grasp life by its reins, to live life anew, instead of staying at home, at the mercy of my father. I try to see her laugh, make her worry less. I try not to think of it.
But the idea of it is like a haunting nightmare - soon enough I'll have to look at my demon in the eye and face it. 20, 30 years down the road, perhaps even faster than that, the idea is that eventually, I'll lose her and another bright soul would be taken from this world.
I don't want to lose you, mommy.
I try to spend time with her. Tell her to grasp life by its reins, to live life anew, instead of staying at home, at the mercy of my father. I try to see her laugh, make her worry less. I try not to think of it.
But the idea of it is like a haunting nightmare - soon enough I'll have to look at my demon in the eye and face it. 20, 30 years down the road, perhaps even faster than that, the idea is that eventually, I'll lose her and another bright soul would be taken from this world.
I don't want to lose you, mommy.