Losing your father is not the worst.Or your mom.
the worst is the circumstances.
The way they had to slip on…
Watching your dead shrink away,and bruise him by a single touch and listen bf going to bed if he’ s still breathing and if he’ll be alive the next day.
Change diapers on him bc he cannot toilet himself.
He doesnt even recognize you but smiles anyway.
Then you get a phone call abroad in the middle of the night 6 years later that your mom fell down the stairs,hit her head so severely doctors dont have much hope. ..
And she’s only kept on life support for you to be able to touch her ,kiss her,hug her for the last time.
The audicity of the powers ripping the life out of her hardened me to some extent but also
I think I have never been stronger….