"I'm sorry for giving birth to you." she hugged me like she couldn't let go. i find myself disgusting. i hated myself, who couldn't deny those words. she probably doesn't remember she used to say that. but i hate myself for not reassuring her, for correcting her. its one regret, to another. i was useless, then and even now. "i'm sorry..." yeah, I'm sorry too. that I'm still a failure. "i'm sorry..." the echoing sobs of a family member. the tears that rooted down and splashed. i wish i wiped them off your face and kissed your forehead. i wished that, you were still here so that I could do atone for my mistakes. to apologise and be forgiven. to deny and accept. to tell you that i love you.
