i just finished "for one more day" through the night. i love my mum, my father, my brother, grandma. they are the people who stood up for me wadeva i went through. i felt so much guilt when reading the book, and i was tearing so badly to the end. sometimes i cant help but be afraid of the day that any one of them will leave. a part of me will be gone, and wad if that day comes and i actually feel more guilt than pain? it spurred me to think about my life. you know, life's so short, so fragile. u never know when someone will leave you and be gone forever. i hope so much such a day will never come, but this is life.
