UNSPOKEN FEELINGS
I sat at the plastic chair in my small room, staring blankly at the wall. A million miles away, lost in thoughts. This has been my newfound reality, or will I say, my worthy punishment? My mother had just passed away, leaving this unspoken feeling in me. She was my best friend and confidante.
As I sifted through old photographs, one picture caught my eye—an image of us laughing.
As I sifted through old photographs, one picture caught my eye—an image of us laughing.
Suddenly, the pain felt fresh, as I was transported to those precious moments we had. Moments that I didn't know I would one day wish for, but won't have. Moments that will never be created again. Moments I wished I had said more or done more for her—I remember countless times I wanted to tell her how much I appreciated her sacrifices, how proud I was to call her mom, and to tell her how much I loved her. But those words got stuck in my throat, and I never did say them to her.
One particular moment haunted me the most. I was sixteen, and she gave up her dreams just for me to pursue mine. She sold her precious valuables just to cater for mine. I wanted to thank her, hug her, and tell her how I loved her. But I didn't.
Now, as I stare at her photo, I wish I had said those words, just those three words: 'I Love You.' I wish I could turn back the hands of time—so I could say those words more often, so I could leave no opportunity to tell her I appreciated her love and sacrifices. I guess this is one of those moments I'll forever regret. Moments I'll live trying to amend, yet won't get the chance to.
Now, as I stare at her photo, I wish I had said those words, just those three words: 'I Love You.' I wish I could turn back the hands of time—so I could say those words more often, so I could leave no opportunity to tell her I appreciated her love and sacrifices. I guess this is one of those moments I'll forever regret. Moments I'll live trying to amend, yet won't get the chance to.
As I wiped away the tears, I wrote to her. It was her favorite thing.
"To my ever loving mom," I wrote, my hand trembling, "I wish I told you how grateful I am for everything. For the late nights, the early mornings, the countless sacrifices..."
"To my ever loving mom," I wrote, my hand trembling, "I wish I told you how grateful I am for everything. For the late nights, the early mornings, the countless sacrifices..."
New tears streamed down my face as I continued, "I wish I told you that I understood why you made those choices. That I forgave you for not being perfect. That I loved you more for being the best mom anyone would wish for."
The room fell silent, but in my heart, I knew she heard me.
The room fell silent, but in my heart, I knew she heard me.
P.S. As we reflect on this emotional story, I'm reminded of a few valuable lessons that I hope you, dear reader, will carry with you:
- Appreciate and express gratitude to your loved ones while they're still with you.
- Forgive and let go of imperfections and past hurts.
- Live in the present and cherish every moment with your loved ones.
- Communicate your feelings and thoughts to your loved ones.
It's a regret you can avoid.
- Appreciate and express gratitude to your loved ones while they're still with you.
- Forgive and let go of imperfections and past hurts.
- Live in the present and cherish every moment with your loved ones.
- Communicate your feelings and thoughts to your loved ones.
It's a regret you can avoid.