serendipity

regrets

her hands were bruised from spending hours in the kitchen. her son had died and she blamed herself.

so she chopped onions, they stung her eyes, blurred her vision, hurt her fingers, but they made her cry.

and while she chopped onions, she thought;

why did i treat him like a machine that would make all my insane dreams come true?

why did i make him feel like he was any less of a human simply because he wasn't good at maths?

why did i take out years of frustration and anger on an innocent boy?

why did i never ask him about his mental health?

why is that i never noticed the pain hidden behind his beautiful smile?

why is it now that my boy has died, his absence is weighing heavy on me like a ton of bricks.

why didn't i ever tell him how much i loved him?

she was crying, and this time, it wasn't because of the onions.

- regrets
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