When I was 8 during the last few months of my mom’s life, she is usually bed ridden and sickly. She used to write in a diary and apologize for being weak and for being a burden to…
Death is one thing that is not uncommon to me. I was there when my mom slowly declined to a suicidal stage. Now, it’s my dad. 4 months ago, he would sometimes walk into my room and tell…