Don't be sad, mummy!

For the very first time, I saw my mother crying in front of my father, and me. In the midst of lunch, at a coffee shop. For her to do that, she must have been really sad. And really frustrated.

Her mind must be at the edge these past few days. Being here is not easy, not being welcomed is one thing, but being despised must have rattled her heart. And today's episode must have shattered the last bit of her of her strength to persevere.

I want to talk to her. Be kind to herself, not just to us. Be selfish enough to think of what she wants and do what she wants.

I must remember to control my temper to her too. Life's too short to have regrets, those unnecessary ones. She must not lose hope. She must remember we still support her. I still support her.

Don't be sad, mummy!