Listening to : Be My Last - by Utada Hikaru
This day made me realize something important. Something that made me appreciate my mom more. I thought I understand everything about her yet after 22 years here I am contemplating after listening to the dilemmas of two hardworking mothers just this afternoon. The pain they carry as they share their stories was clear-cut as they shed tears and shudder everytime their children enter the picture of our conversation. They were very much concern on how their children would react and feel once they disclose the current status of their crumbling marriage with their respective partners. Scenes from my past flash one by one during the conversation and I tried to digest it one by one by going back to that old pain of mine. After the meeting I was left spaced out.
It was as if time froze for me.
The state might just be part of what we call transference but I think it hit me hard.