As I came into this world, you gently rocked me in your firm hands, gleamingly, and felt the Queen Mother in you transform into the Queen Grandmother. Thus began our kind of Love story.
As I cried helplessly, to who knows what, unable to express my discomfort to my newly promoted Mother, you once again took me into your arms and introduced me to the moon, just so I can eat.
In that moonlit terrace, I found a resplendent soul who loved me so unconditionally and irrevocably. You swirled round and round, that made me laugh my head off, for the first time. You became my shadow, following me through thick and thin and have been my saviour for countless infinities.
As I learned to walk, you walked beside me. As I learned to read, you tried reading with me. As I wrote, we started writing stuff, together. I started running, you tried keeping pace with me. But I just knew you couldn't.
In a hurry to explore the world, I regrettably saw you as a burden, weighing me down. I left you as I ran fast. Your persistent soul tried keeping pace, but it started taking a heavy toll on you. I looked back and you started appearing so far away.
I knew you were panting and gasping for air. I knew your knees hurt and I knew you needed a support. But all I did was run. I ran till I realized you were beyond saving.
As I turn back, I finally come to my senses and I knew you were about to give up. I rush back to you at my fullest speed and I knew I cannot reach you in time. I knew this would be the biggest regret of my life. I wanted to feel wronged, especially this time.
I am now panting and gasping for air, realising how you must have felt. My knees now hurt and I feel this urge to give up. Yet, as I see the woman who took me into her arms and made me her world lay there on the brink of giving up, I muster up my remaning strength and reach you with all my effort. Only to watch you glow again, at my mere sight.
Your strong, firm hands are now nimble and weak. Your jet black, thick hair has turned fraily gray. Your young, beautiful face has now been left wrinkled by time and I see you panting and holding on to your last breath.
As I inch closer and closer, I turn for a moment and when I look back again, you lay there, lifeless. I left you alone and now you have done the same to me. Maybe this is something I deserve.
I still fail to express my love for you, grandma. Life is always full of regrets. I regret the time I've failed to spend with you. I regret the decision to run faster and longer. To a distance I took just too long to cover back. I regret the time I've lost, leaving you all alone.
Just a little too late will always be the biggest regret of my Life.