There are random nights when I wished the morning would not come. I hoped to stay the night. I prayed for the time to be suspended…and put to a halt.
Because I am afraid of what tomorrow will give me…of what sorrow it would give me again. I hated the uncertainty of the future. I hated facing my problems. I hated thinking that my mother is on the verge of dying.
But then again, when I think of those thoughts, I couldn’t help but feel selfish. Hoping for that means I couldn’t do anything to save my mother. So, everyday…I try to think of it positively as living for my mother. That way, I won’t think it is a bother to live with my hands full of problems.
However…today is different.
I opened my eyes and found myself in an unknown room. Wrapped around soft and thick sheets, I sat up and
