Parents

Recently I had seen a movie which brought me to tears. It's neither a love story nor a heavy drama but it made me cry. It was all about your call of duty to yourself and to your country and the experiences that brought about by that courage to face odds and adversities. The "worry" is always present to the family in waiting and still the same "worry" to the one who misses them most.

A love of a mother and a father is superior enough to protect their sons and daughters from any harm. Not just a duty or a responsibility but it is an action rendered without being asked to. It is wholeheartedly done. To sacrifice, to give their all, to acknowledge faults and give instant forgiveness. An act willingly given.

I can't take it away from my parents to get worried of me. I am of age, but very much dependent on my family. It's not a choice but because I don't have a choice. I can say I am still on the road to recovery. Maybe physically I am but inside I am not yet healed. The whole experience is still stuck in my memory and no matter how hard I try to erase some events, I can't. and maybe I don't want it erased.

A sudden storm washes us all, but as the sky is calm and a new day is here, worries and emptiness will be swept away -

-everyday life of a person surviving life after Cancer.