A Day To Remember
This is not a post about graduation or someone's birthday. It's not about something happy. But it is about something worth remembering. I quarrelled with my mom yesterday for the first time in about 25 years of my life. I love my mom a lot. I know her intentions have always been pure, genuine, good. But I also know how I feel about her words and actions. Through talking to my friends, significant others, and prayers, I finally found the courage to voice out how I'd been feeling all these years... ... without crying and interrupting the flow of the conversation . I hurt my mom by expressing myself and how I felt. There was great anger released yesterday and somewhat some form of relief thereafter. But some anger remains because there was no conclusion; there was no consensus; no understanding made at the end of the day. There's a guilt that resides within me and won't go away. Because I love my mom. And I hurt her. Though we both said sorry today, th...