...it was mom's birthday the other day. She was happy. But I don't know how she feels deep inside. When asked a few days later she said "...in all my thoughts, I only pray to see him (the youngest) grow up and become someone".
How do I feel? I wish I could tell you the pains of the middle class. But then again, aren't we all the same. We wish to change so many things, but we are incapacitated by love and emotions. I too wish to see him succeed one day. Before that, I have to endure heartbreak and tears. But it's a pain when you can't guide your own brother. Real pain. Thats life. And all we can do is ask why to another day.
-A short break-