Life is, fragile.
It seems like the older I get, the clearer the world.
Reality eats up my courage and on some days I just get panic attacks.
Symptoms that were always there becomes a big hoo-ha to me,
and I cringed reading words like 'cancer' and hearing my kins getting diseases.
True enough, it's always important to pay close attention to health but most days it's hard to nag at someone's ears telling them to eat healthily because ironically,I am a strong believer of 'yolo'.
I guess today is a wake-up call for me.
Looking at how weak you are reminded me that I should have long nagged at you for eating ice-cream every night, for all the nights you had fast food because I wasn't at home to buy you food. For not reminding you to chew your food properly and for not being able to buy new dentures for you.
It's so ironic that I eat way healthier than you and I take care of myself way too much.
You are always giving me your vegetables in exchange for that piece of fried meat in my bowl, you are always stuffing food that I can't finish because you don't want to waste food yet I always brushed it with little concerns.
You are such an amazing person, such an amazing mother.
It's time I do something. To make you stronger, like before.
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