Loading ...Mommy’s Gone Already
We will only open our ears to listen to someone when his or her moment of death approaches. And just because a seemingly mislay, your whole life could changed.
I realised how defective my past life had lived. I hadn’t treasure my one and only mother when she was beside me. Assuming that she will be there all the time, i didn’t take the chance to reconcile with her and tell her that i actually care about her. Though i always shout at her for small issue, i never meant at those times. Instead i ‘d always broke her heart than seeing her good points.
I ‘d never shown gratitude to her kindness and never expect that the time spending with someone today could be the last shreds of moment. I was so foolish for keeping my love, as i could have tell her how sorry i was and reveal the feelings towards her affection. For i didn’t mean what i ‘d said at those times. But now it seemed far too late, while it no longer mattered how much i screamed and wept. She was gone already, and forever.
At those times when i could express myself, now seems so precious but worthless. How i wish i could just reconstitute everything and be more lavish and to hide my unkind and unmannerly demeanor. I should have comply with her benevolence then. If only i could just relive a fraction of those times, even a day or a minute, i would tell her how much i miss her and be terribly sorry for what i did that made her cry.
But it’s impossible for that, isn’t it? I ‘m such pathetic that i will only learn to love when she’s gone, to actually express myself when she has passed away. Yet i ‘d never seen her again since those dreams i ‘d dreamt at 16. She’s really gone already..
thats no decem talking i think… its a child widin everyone, no age bar, who have made it a point to miss each opportunity they got to talk to their mum… i hate myself too when i upset my mum over small things….