Midnight

It broke my heart to find out my mother's unhappiness this way - through a letter to my cousin reminiscing about how she reminded her of the good old days of her youth and the plans she had. I wonder what plans were those. I can only surmise that there must have been great promise of a future rosy and bright. But alas as my cousin said, at least my mother had a more stable life with some money and good health. 

I cry because now I know what my mother meant when she said that everything will just be a memory. My mother is more of a realist. But she is entitled to her regrets. 

And I vow to keep her happy until the end.