remind us that nothing
lasts forever. Time is
precious and should
not be wasted. Enjoy
life and remember,
don’t count the days,
make the days count.
If there was anything I learned the hard way it should be to make every moment of our life worthwhile.
I have always been a difficult person because of the past, and memories that keeps haunting me. I hated myself, and everyone around me, and built high walls around myself.
Even to my parents, I wasn’t easygoing; my mom stopped being around most of the time, and I least cared about her whereabouts. Many times, my dad invited me for a talk I always curved him, as I didn’t want to talk to anyone.
I was angry because I lost my twin, and it was their fault; I blamed it on them, if only they left him to follow his heart he could have been alive.
I spent less time at home and only cared about myself. My kidney was failing me and I didn’t want to let anyone know; I wanted to join my brother too. I was due to live not more than a month and I was happy that my time was near.
Suddenly my mom started being around, and I guessed she was back from her usual trips.
I was on my out when I suddenly lost consciousness, I was happy that darkness was finally embracing me. The next time I woke up, I was on a hospital bed; I wasn’t so happy until I heard the daughter saying that the transplant was a success.
I later found out, my mom gave up her kidney for me. She wasn’t so strong and lost her life in the process. I cried a river; we weren’t the best of friends, but she laid her life in the line for me. I wish I could reverse the hands of time to show her that I love her.