Wednesday, September 21, 2011
my mum brought me the big black cup of tea, and gently brought it to my nose.
in the morning, one mum hurt herself.
a few hours ago, one's mum passed away.
Lord, let me not stay just where i am, passively.
even it's about speaking gently in response to my mum, let me do it.
and if it's about supporting another to love one's mum, may it begin from myself.
because we don't know what happens next.
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