|Eshan|
Those glaring eyes, tinged with tears of anger ignited a burning fire in my chest. Just the mere words of my demise were enough for igniting that fierce response from her. Did she consider how many times I had died in the past couple of days because of the guilt?
Even when I understood her reasons, I could not help but be angry. She had suffered. Silently, without complaining... so that I would not hate my mother.
I have started to hate her habit of bottling things up. However, I could not help but love her for her selflessness and her love for me.
After the whole ordeal at our home, I knew I was in the worst mood. On top of that, she had ignored her health, causing her hemoglobin to drop. All the efforts of improving her health had gone down the drain. This only added to my guilt.
