The day

Just another day, an average day, nothing but a moment. None of these phrases describe September 24, that fatal day stripped me of my purity and forcefully stole multiple parts of my heart and all I could do was watch. Watch... as my mother clutched at her heart and her life slowly faded. Even though it was her breath that was being taken away, I still find it hard to catch mine. But now I have to stop dwelling on the pass, an use that day to help me move on.