Two nights ago, I was chatting with dear mom over on Skype and Facebook. She told me she found a part time job that would require her to live-in on her employers on weekends. I suddenly felt sad. You see, my mom is already (mom, forgive me for saying this on the world wide web) almost 60. She should just be enjoying the rest of her life, with her loved ones and just spending her lifetime savings for herself. It should be my brother and I who should be working our a**es off and send her some money monthly (or something). But “things” happened. And I feel guilty that I may have had a big part on those things. I’m sorry Mom.
I wish I was there with you to accompany you on days and nights that are cold and you feel you need an extra hug from someone. I wish I was the one who’d take your place in that work you applied for and do all those things. I was trained and educated to do that, not you. You should just be sitting pretty by now. I wish I have lots of money so that you wouldn’t have to worry about things anymore. I know you. You won’t give up even if you’re scare, which I know you are, because you take responsibility for all of us.
I miss you. I wish you were here. 😦
A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts.
— Washington Irving