Blankly looking at the laptop, she waited for the three o'clock alarm. Her mind was already elsewhere, even though she still had three hours left to work. She immediately got up, almost tumbling her desk that held her laptop, and muttered a soft sorry as if air were human. Grabbing her pink towel from the edge … Continue reading If I Can Turn Back Time
I'm in the middle of work, and I paused to check on my Twitter, only to see sablay pics. Again, I remember the time when I rebelled a week before my graduation. I remember borrowing sablay from one of my orgmates (because I had no enough money), and I didn't want to burden anyone that … Continue reading Remembering Six Years Ago
I forgot that my mom died for a second. And when I remembered she did, I wailed in a fast-food restaurant. The conversation went like this: "I am thinking of finding a new job. My skill set isn't aligned with the company's," I said. "What do you mean?" "They require 3,200 words per hour, I … Continue reading For a Second, I Forgot That She Passed Away
It has been forty days since you passed away, and yet every night, no matter how I tire myself, I catch myself thinking of our days with you and cry, wishing you were still with us. I miss you every day.
At 4:30 p.m., carrying a rose and a candle, I went to her grave and greeted her a Happy Mother's Day . . . even though I didn't know if she heard it. I looked at the sunset, hoping she was there with me, crying as I thought of it. I could clearly remember the … Continue reading “Happy” Mother’s Day