and then the bad days finally passed. the rain doesn't look so gloomy anymore, for there is always the colorful rainbow to remind there is hope in every war.
the smile on my mother's face was worth every tackle on the ground, every stab on my limbs, and every blood that i puked before i stand up again and pursue into this raging war. it was always worth it.
peace came, and the war has been won.
i was able to see her again, smiling and waving her peach handkerchief with tears of happiness in the corners of her sparkling eyes.
i embraced her—home finally felt like home again.
