She took care of her children, prepared food, cleaned their clothes, done the dishes. And then when she's free of all the household chores, then she let the emotion surface and felt herself started missing her now dead husband. And she thought once that she is all alone, moaning for her lost husband. For her dead husband. Little did she know that there was someone who silently, secretly watching her crying, grieving. And that child was me. I have seen that
They are alive, but they are just not in our lives anymore. When that void is created, for a moment, we realize that nothing is permanent. But the emotions that we feel, the learnings that we get, are worth it. I don't know if I make any sense or not, but over the time, seeing my mother aging and realizing there could be a day when she'll no longer be with us is scary. So this is for those who still have their parents with them