I feel unwell.
I cough a lot.
I want to vomit.
I feel sorry for my mom. And guilty too. Because all this while, I've been a 'malas' daughter to her.
And now. This time baru I realize I must be a good and 'rajin' daughter to her.
The wrinkles on her face makes my tears drop.
I love u mom. You are the most wonderful woman I've ever known.