she is going to die, and soon.

no matter what she has done, what if she is just in pain now and she just wants to see you and that's it?

every second she is living now is pain and punishment enough.

what if she just dies now, right now?

your friends are not lying on their deathbeds now. your mother is.

you said yourself that she has the will to live, that she cries and holds on so tightly to your hand in the (far too seldom) visits you pay her, her strength will wane one day, it already is waning

this is not poetry. this is fucking life ah. your mother is lying on hospital bed after hospital bed for the 8th year with a quarter of her skull gone and her legs thin and distorted as twisted broken wooden chopsticks and her right arm completely lifeless

"你到底要妈妈做什么你才肯原谅我"