I watched as the cancer weighed her down, crushing her a feeble slump, both physically and mentally. It made her immobile and she could not do what she love the most nowadays, walking on the dirt covered path we frequented over the years with wind susurrating in the background.


It seemed such a such a simple thing but it is out of her reach now. Her wishing to walk on the same path we both grumbled at when walking back home back then made me realise how much we fail to appreciate trivial matters and ordeals that passes by in a blink. It made me appreciate her, my mom and annoying little brother more.


She taught me appreciation.


This resorted me into taking her on our own little adventure on that darned path with multiple broken bricks she loved. It was worth it though when her laugh resounded in the air augmented with the fishy smell coming from the little fish cake stall filling in the edge of the road as the wheelchair danced and bumbed. Anything is worth it for thy though, I realised.



I watched helplessly as she slowly succumbed into her knees infront of that deadly entity that entrapped around her like a vice squeezing the life out of her and forcing her legs down as she thrashed against it to just float up and not drown. She slowly detoriated, her will to live as well. It was evident from...