Very Cloudy Days
Here and now, my brain doesn't work properly, my feeling tremble all the time. Everytime I think about a figure, my heart wounds and my eyes start to drop some tears. These are the days of uncertainty, the days of clouds darkening the sky. The days that I couldn't find out what first thing to do and what should be wait. I don't even know how to pray. Every evening when I dropped by to hospital where she's been taking care, and everytime I stand by her bed in ICU room, I hardly ever hold my tears. Yet, I don't have any idea what to do or to pray, knowing that myself is not a very religious person. I know that God understands, and I keep on believing that God wouldn't do anything to harm my mom but only for her own sake. I keep on whispering words to her, about the house that has been taken care, and my kids that she has nothing to worry about. But I don't know how to pray. I always feel useless and all I can do just stare at her with a swollen e...