5:30 in the afternoon and we're talking about life.
I'm happy to hear what my parents story like.
Then while she was telling her own story,
I gaze something in her eyes full of blurry.
I asked myself why;Isn't she happy?
Why do I feel like she's living for pain and not living for life?
Then I realised
While she was talking I saw something in her eyes.
I saw my mother's eyes.
She's giggled yet feel creepy
She's happy yet she's not
She's fine yet she's bleeding inside
She's my mom but she has her own life
She is full yet she's feeling empty
She's in love but in someone else's guy
She's alive yet she's feeling so tired
She feels thankyou yet she's sorry for her life
She made us complete yet she left herself incomplete
I understand now what my mother's pinpoint in her own story
She's not happy in her life now, she's having regret.
She's having her own agonies.
I guess It was both her blessing and her curse.