WHEN I entered the house, I saw my mother carrying a large vase. She looked tired while holding on to her hip so I took it in my hand.

“Thank you,” she said.

I took the vase from her and bring it to their room as she said and laid it on the small table. I saw papa sleeping soundly. I stared at papa who was snoring softly.

"If what happened to him hadn't happened, you wouldn't be like that." I looked at my mother who was smiling at me. “I wish you could have come a long way in writing because that's where you can focus your attention more...