It somehow frighten me when i was told that she was crying..
I teared in the car..
I wan to take away his pain to let them feel better..

In less than a month..
i will be an adult..
why am i still depending on them???
i feel so helpless and useless that i can't help..

he has been through so many shit just to bring the 3 of us up..
and yet..
....
sigh..
i'm such a letdown..

i looked at my hand..
..
one small little cut from training could kill me..
but both of his hands..
frequently covered with plasters...
having cuts bigger than mine..
and yet i still complaining..
I'm so spoiled..

when all of us are in our sweet dreams..
he is busy working..
carrying basket and basket of fat fishes...
stepping into that fridge filled with fishy smell and the temperature below 0 degree Celsius

he don't even have the time to relax..
and now..
he have to go through all these even when he is....

when i take a closer look at them..
i realise how much older they have grown..

Can i be selfish..
and have them always with me??
i'm scared..