A whole week of 5AM "goodnights", doing all that has to be done and after the hurricane wind has swept by, my heart breaks to hear you whimpering in pain over the phone from the fever colds and I can't even be near you, much less hold you in my arms or simply be there for you.
How could I have been here drowning in work when I should have been taking care of you for the past few days? Surely earning the title of "A Filial Child" has to come before "A Diligent Student".
I have been chasing after the wrong things. Now all I really want to do is to put everything down and bring you out for a good meal, if you still have the health to appreciate it. Am I too late?
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