This is a story of incidence, a regretful experience.
This is not a true story, but all made up by me.
I’m just an ordinary girl, a timid and the shy-type to be exact. My mother brought me to this world, guided me, helped me, and lighted my way. I never thought I would regret ignoring the greatest love I have received and not saying “I love you too, Mom” when I had the chance to do so.
Not long before, I was once a cheerful kiddo. Just like any of you back in your childhood days. Whenever the weather acts weird, mother asks me to stay at home. She was cooking my favorite meal while I contentedly fool around all by myself. I was not fond of playing Barbie stuffs but instead I played toys that most male kids liked.
When I’m fortunate, Mom would let me play outside. Under the sunny weather, where the scorching sunlight wraps my shoulders, I was running down the Western Roads. As playful as a child, I was confident that I’m faster than Flash. Mom used to tell,
“You can play all you want but please, always keep in mind to take care. I love you, dear.”
Then, she was waving while I ran out to the field. Late afternoon, and sweat was dropping from my forehead down to my collar as I ran back home. I saw Mom at the staircase waving at me, to tell me
“Welcome home, dear!”
Everything at that time seemed so ordinary but perfect. Everything is well and in place just when something unexpected happened.
Right after arriving home, I was able to sense something different. My mom’s not at her usual place, where she used to hug me warmly and say, “Welcome home!”… I pushed the gates, welcoming myself alone.
I called to her while I wait at the door. Just then, my reflex consciousness forced me to open the door. A gasped slipped out of my mouth! My mother! … She’s covered in blood, lying lifeless on the floor. Tears escaped from my eyes and flowed over my cheeks. I was kneeling down, muttering the words,
“This . . . isn’t real!”
Why?! I leaned my face over hers, and felt that gentle skin she always had. I was sobbing so hard.
At that moment, I was crying deeply, wishing I should’ve said…
“I love you too, Mom. So much.”
I leaned closer to her ears, and whispered sincerely all the things I yearn to say. Last thing I said,
“Mom, I am so sorry. Oh, how I wish you’re here, to welcome me back and cook me my favorite meal. I want to show you how much I loved you too!”