Vanity.
One word that has been on my mind lately. Life is vanity. The world is full of vanities. Even all the memories and experiences we have had in our lifetime are also vanity.
Sitting near my mom's almost lifeless body is making this concept so glaring to grasp.
My hands have been wrapped around her fragile ones for as long as I can remember. I can't let go of it. Not now, not ever.
"I'm so sorry, mom," I mutter between tears.
I don't know what it is I am apologizing for exactly. Deep down in my heart, I feel like I have failed her. Yes, she did live a fulfilled life. Nonetheless, I don't think I contributed to that fulfillment.
"I didn't give you the life you deserved," I continue. My heart has been breaking ever since I set my eyes on her life support. I feel like it's not fair that she will leave me like this—all alone. An orphan, with no one to turn to in dire times of need.
