Today, for the first time in my life, I didn't see her as my parent. I saw her as a human being who has the same fears, doubts, misconceptions and regrets as I do. I saw an individual who was forced upon a path, and no alternative but to live it out. That is, no alternative but me. I can transcend and take them with me. I can succeed where she failed and give her everything she ever dreamt of. I can be the son who sacrifices everything for the sole purpose of repaying a debt that can never be settled. As tears fell down her cheek, the void inside my heart started to gnaw at its exterior. Now I have no choice - I have to do it for her. I have to make sure that she doesn't leave this world without seeing everything she ever dared to phantom in her imagination that I suspect is as wild as mine. Today was the first time I saw her, saw her as a whole that is so much greater than the sum of its parts. She is so beautiful because she survived the existence she truly believed she was supposed to lead. She lived as best as she could, now it's my turn to show her that not only did she do it right - she did it fucking perfectly.
