VULNERABLE

Dear mom is terribly ill. It's heartbreaking to see her helpless, losing ability to comb her hair or put on her clothes. Looking equally helpless is dear dad. At times like these, I wish I can do more to ease the pain. Tears (sometimes morphing into sobs) trickle down my face often, but never in their presence. There's this need to shelter them from my own vulnerability. Instinctively, I know I must be strong for them. But sometimes, it is just oh-so-hard...to hide the ripple of emotion.

I'm afraid to lose dear mom or dad for that matter.