Now that it was just me and mom, "I'm sorry, mommy. Please don't be mad at me too, please. I'm sorry. It was my fault." This seems like when I was a kid, I always ran to mom whenever someone would bully me. She was always my savior and I'm afraid to lose her at this lowest point of me. I can't handle this all alone, "Mom, please, don't leave me. Please mom, please."
I'll do everything, beg, plead and even bow unto her just for her to stay. I'm afraid that I can't be a better mom without her. I promised myself that I want to be like her, a tough and strong woman who will always have her daughters back. She was my hero, my epitome of a woman.
I heard her shaky sigh and started combing my hair. She didn't say anything but I can feel her chest heaving heavily, calming herself before sh
