I saw mum in my dream...
It was so beautiful seeing her again. we were going somewhere together, what a pleasant outing.
Then she suddenly turned against me, scolding me, telling me "you'll never amount to anything! What are you doin with your life?!"
I was hurt, and I talked back. "What about all those four years? What happened those four years of my life???" The years I spent traveling back and forth to be with her, to make her strong, to go through illness and death... I threw a tantrum and broke down there and then. And I saw mum's face was full of regret, full of guilt.
It pained her to shout back at her. But I was hurt. Have I not done enough? Am I not doing enough? Am I not breaking my back and hurting my health working night and day to achieve something, to produce a volume of the journal that's taking so long, and to teach ?
I broke down.
