The hospital atmosphere grew my hate of its nuances in my heart; all its pillars and walls confined me inside the gloomy cell of my pathetic life. Being here rang the bell of how many times fate had played with me; it reminded me of my anguish. And this time, my mother was the victim of my bad luck and selfishness.
Her figure in her sleeping mode would not be able to scold let alone to snarl at me. She gave up in her destiny which brought her to this place and on the bed, she ended up unconscious.
"I am sorry, Mom." Sitting on the stool near her bedside, I took her hand and kissed it with my trembling lips of half crying; my eyes failed to suppress my regret and devastation.
Like water, tears of despair streamed down my cheeks which rained me with remorse. If only I could pressed that
