I hold in my anger, trying not to hit the table or break something. I seriously want to break everything. Darn it!
Nothing seems to be working out for me today. Not sure if it's the food or my tastebuds that makes the food to taste like wood in my mouth. I can't focus on taking any decision even though I've just received a call that the old woman is making a fuss at the nursing home while the workers are trying to care for her.
She doesn't plan to stay quiet and spend the rest of her life atoning for her sins! What good is a Mother who abandoned you at your most fragile years when you needed her? What good is a Mother who doesn't even recognize her own abandoned son? I shouldn't have make any attempt to find her — if I hadn't attempted, I wouldn't have come to know about her dementia whi
