the pain of watching a loved one plagued with illnesses.
that pain, is too much to bear.
bearing the pain and weariness, going to work just for that meagre extra income.
what for?
i may never understand, because i'm so protected.
when everything was fine, i didnt offer any help.
now that i wish to help, i am not able to do so.
i hate my fingers, my skin.
yet she could tell me not to worry for the future.
people always ask for alot.
and in searching for all the things that they want, they lose the thing that matters the most.
then they realise that most impt thing is already sufficient.
now, i dont want anything else.
just that she recovers.
and i too.
how could someone even bear so much and never spoke a word of complain?
i hope it's not too late.
i want to recover.
asap.
