Edge of the Cliff

I sat there holding her hand for what felt like hours. She was crying and I was controlling myself from not. Not just the tears but the pain I was going through. Her pain could not be matched with mine. My mother who always reminded me of  happiness was crying. And here I was, just holding her hand because I could not do anything to ease it.

If I could, I would have exchanged the pain and gone through it for her. This pain Im going through right now watching my mom crying, is far far worse than hers.  Im going through torment and Im on the edge of a cliff.


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