Sick

I finished making lunch, and after three or four bites, mum rushed to the washroom. The sound of vomiting came from the washroom, followed by coughing, gagging. I put down my chopsticks and my bowl, and lost my appetite.

I feel my limits of my patience and tolerance being tested, again and again... I feel angry, but I cannot be angry at mum, for she has done no wrong. She is just sick, and she did not choose to be. Nobody chooses to be sick. I feel frustrated inside, but there is no source of frustration, just frustration itself disturbing my mind.

 I close my eyes and feel like the minutes seem to pass by so slowly. Every waking moment seem to flow by so painfully.